Chapter 8

“My Family?”

I was stunned at his unexpected question. Seriously, did he forget that I don’t regard my father and that Mirranda b*tch as my parents? What family is he saying? Is he an idiot or what? Besides...

Are they even qualified to be called a ‘Family’? Especially those mother-daughter b*tch duo who made my life miserable?

They started talking down on me. Thinking that they could hurt my feelings.

‘Pathetic. You can’t even do this much?’

‘Maybe that’s why your mother left you’

‘What a nuisance’

‘Why don’t you just die? At least you’ll do something right for once’

Stupid bird brains thought that will hurt me. It didn’t even scratch my heart. They just made it into my nerves and annoyed the hell out of me.

Of course, it didn’t stop there. My lovely sister, who was loved by all, acted all pitiful once I fought back.  She actually looked stupid than pitiful to me.

‘Daddy, she hurt me!’

‘Maddison! What the hell did you do to your sister?!’

‘Sister, I just wanted to help you.’

‘Sister, I know you hated me. Everyone, I’m fine. It’s not my sister’s fault’

‘Hee hee, poor Maddie. No one is on your side’

‘Ouch! Huhu Mommy! Daddy! Sister, I’m sorry it’s all my fault!’

That double faced b*tch. She is just like her mother. No wonder Father chose them because they were all trash and garbage.

Heh. Of course I won’t let her trample my name with me not doing anything. 

One time after she acted pitiful with false accusations towards me about slapping her. I just made it true. I slapped the hell out of her. Making her face swell and I found entertainment as she cried. 

I was thirsty and decided to go down and fetch some water. I don’t like having maids do trivial things for me. I may be lazy but I’m not petty.

Entering the kitchen, the staff stiffed as I went past them and went straight to the fridge. I also got a box of strawberries and whipped cream since I really like them.

I was about to run upstairs when I saw Maria, the daughter of Mirranda. In other words my step sister a.k.a Satan’s Mistress. Tch.

‘Oh my sister. I really appreciate you getting me some strawberries.’

She said and was about to grab the box of strawberries in my hand.

I raised my eyebrows and slapped her hands away. It was a light slap but she suddenly fell on the floor and started to cry.

‘Huhu sister! I was just asking if I could have some but you… huhu!’

I looked at her as if she’s some sort of an immature b*tch want some attention. Well, that was kind of right.

Just,... What the hell is she talking about?

I was about to help her get up. Since I’m supposed to be nice. Like hell I am.

But suddenly, she shrieked.

‘MADDISON!’

I was suddenly pushed then the next thing I knew… my cheeks stings.

Ha.

‘You b*tch! You dare to hurt my daughter!’

I touched my cheeks that Mirranda slapped. I saw my father in the corner looking at me with disappointment.

I received a punishment for doing nothing. They said that her cheeks were swelling but It was not. Hah! So I decided to make it happen.

‘W-What are you doing here?’

Maria trembled in front of me sitting in her bed. I smiled at her and put the box of strawberries down on the table beside her bed.

‘I just want to wish you well, since it was me who put you in that pitiful state.’

 I smiled at her before continuing

 ‘I also heard that your cheeks are swelling. I also brought an ointment since they said you refused to see a doctor and won’t let anybody in. Luckily, father allowed me to see you’

He thinks I went to apologize but who knows?

She relaxed a bit. Maybe she thought I won’t do anything to her. 

But the next thing she knew, her make-up story about her cheeks swelling became true.

It was kind of funny, actually. 

The other most funny happened was when the b*tch Mirranda ruined my precious hair. She cut it in a devious way. My hair ended up looking like a witch’s broom. But of course, I really love my sister so I, as an older sister, return the favor.

There was an event which was made for mother and daughter to bond between rich and elite families.

 Unfortunately, I am here in the bathroom of the place where the event is happening. I want to punch the hell out of that f*cking b*tch. 

I sighed and touched my hair. My mother used to like this. 

I fixed it using the scissors I borrowed from the staff. There were plenty of it outside since the activity was about a mother giving a haircut to her daughter. 

But I, as an older sister, is responsible for my younger sister. 

I smiled as I went out and went straight to my step mother’s side. It was Maria’s turn, I can feel excitement in my nerves as I walk past Mirranda and beat her to Maria’s side.

‘Ladies. I’ll be responsible for my younger sister’s haircut. Please look forward to my masterpiece'

The mothers and daughters clap their hands not knowing what will happen next. 

I can remember Mirranda’s red face and Maria’s swollen eyes. A poor her, I have no talent with fixing hairs. She wore a wig until her hair returned though.

I was supposed to just leave and have a peaceful life but those trashes dragged me in this whole mess making my hatred grow towards those people and seemed to have reached its limits.

I want to get back at her. No, I will-

“-son, Maddison Morgan!”

“Uh.. huh?”

I was a bit startled when Gavin shouted.

I looked at him with a questioning look but he just stared at me using his deep eyes. It’s hard to read what’s on his mind. Making me a bit uncertain.

Maybe he’s annoyed? I think he asked a question but I ended up eating time while remembering some useless memories with useless people from the past. 

“Ah, pardon me but what is it again?”

I asked, trying to avoid those watchful eyes.

He sighed as he put down his utensils.

“I was asking if you miss your family, your home.”

I almost snort at his question.

“What family?I don’t have one, Mr. Morgan”

“Really? What about your father, stepmother and sister?”

“Really really. And those people are some fragment of the past. They are not my family.”

I shrugged and looked at my dessert. Now, I don’t feel like eating anything but whatever. It would be a shame if I don’t eat this gorgeous.

I slowly took a bite, one after another, increasing my pace until I finished it all. I pick up my water and avoid looking at Gavin. I kept my stoic expression but I’m starting to feel uncomfortable.

“Interesting.”

“Huh?”

I looked at him but he smiled at me.

That was one hell of a smile but it creeps me out. What is he planning? Suddenly, I saw the image of the chained room. I felt a shiver down my spine.

“W-What-”

“I would like to offer you a deal.”

What?