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l the problems in your life? Trust me; if you feel so,

v, and I stay with my dad, step-m

but my father treats me like trash. My stepmother treats me like a maid. My half-brother practically hates me. Da

s in which my brother, Lance, studies. My stepmother a

ly me. He is good at everything except his studies. He always forces me to do his hom

good at making friends or socializing. E

how many part-time jobs do. I have to do all the household work as well. Cooking, cleaning, washing, and everything. Mom and dad al

ke, but something horrible because of which I hated my birthday. He hit me wit

, he saves my life. As per him,

the bushes in the garden. I always came

cruel to me? Is it

long that I slept in the middle. When I opened my eyes, i

ed everywhere to see who kept this here because no one came here

orita here? I groaned. Was someone trying to do a prank on me? With a

phone vibrated, noti

I am asking much, but please keep this

request. I opened the 2nd box and f

e cake, Senorita. Go home sa

ped that phon

does he or she know that

enly, and I remembered I hadn't eaten anything since morn

l the cake and

ou? Are you a boy or girl? How do

send button, and started wa

a message from the other side, and my breath became uneven. I was sure he was a stalker; otherwise, how did he know about my hideout? And my favorite cake?

o get yourself killed rather than waiting for your death.', My mind said, and I a

ed, and I walked toward the kitchen. I prepared the food for them. And after eating dinner, all three left the living room. I ate the leftover food from their plate after washing all the dishes. I walked toward my room, which was not e

at not. Just like another teenager, I was feeli

nd who wore oversize school dresses or clothes and old shoes? They saw me as someone who didn't even have a basic sense of fashion or dress s

me unknown number. I opened the message with my

ight Se

oing their job. My life was full of shit, pain, and miseries, so just a

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