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My Father's Point-Based Game
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To prevent me from being jealous of my stepmother's son, my dad implemented a "family point system". Washing dishes earned 1 point, and getting a perfect score on a test earned 10 points. Accumulating 1000 points meant you could make a wish come true. When my stepbrother broke a vase, Dad said it was a sign of good luck and awarded him 50 points. When I insisted on going to school with a fever, Dad said I was trying to garner sympathy and deducted 100 points. I scrambled to scrape together every point I could, all for that exorbitant Math Olympiad registration form. On the day I finally accumulated enough points, my stepbrother cried and said he wanted a pair of limited-edition sneakers. Dad immediately emptied my points. "We're family. Your points are your brother's points too." I looked at the torn-up application form and jumped from the 18th-floor balcony.
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My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 10
I did not forgive him.I felt no hate, no resentment, not even the pleasure of revenge.Only emptiness.What use was the pair of shoes to me now? I couldn't wear them anymore.What use was an apology now? I couldn't come back to life.What I wanted was just a bit of fairness, even once, in that suffocating home.I wanted to hear him say, "You're the elder sister, but you're also a child."I wanted to hear him say, "The points will not be deducted this time, take a rest because you're sick."I wanted to hear him say, "Patrick was wrong and deserves punishment."But he never said any of that, not even once.His remorse now was merely a placebo for making himself feel a little better in the latter half of his life.He wanted to use those shoes to bury every nightmare that haunted him in the midnight hours.Dream on.Some things, once reset, would remain zero forever.Gary continued to cry."Myra… please, just look at me?"No, I don't.I never will.The sun broke through
My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 9
The house was dead.Esther was a smart woman. She emptied the house the same way she filled it before. She left with my useless brother. Before leaving, she took everything that could be sold for money, even the bags of unopened oatmeal.Dad was the only one left on the 18th floor.He had lost his job. No one dared to employ a madman who forced his daughter to death, especially if the madman would randomly take out a pen and draw on the wall.I floated on the ceiling, watching him roam the house.His crisp white shirt was now wrinkled and hanging on his body, the collar full of oil stains.He tightly held a marker in his hand.It was my pen.The red pen I used to do math problems with now became his judge's gavel.Whoosh!The pen tip scratched against the wall."Myra, +100 points."He wrote this line tremblingly while muttering it.Then, under that line, he drew a long line."Dad, -100 points. Dad is bad. Dad deserves to die. -1000 points. -10,000 points."When there was
My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 8
Dad went insane.He started hallucinating.He always felt that I was hiding in some corner of the house, holding a pen, waiting to give him points.He started forcing himself to live according to the points system.But he reversed the rules.Before, it was rewards. Now, it was all punishment.If he woke up late in the morning, he would slap himself. "Lazy, -10 points."If he dropped food while eating, he would poke his thigh with a needle. "Wasting food, -20 points."If he remembered a harsh thing he used to say to me, he would cut a line on his arm. "Hurting people with words, -50 points."Before long, his body was covered in scars, new ones added before the old ones had healed.He lost so much weight his eye sockets became sunken.He saw me in his dreams.I was no longer a timid little girl.I was wearing the bloodstained school uniform, holding a huge red pen, standing in front of a whiteboard."Dad, your points are in the negative now."I pointed to the shocking red
My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 7
The neighbors snapped a photo of the "family point system" and posted it in the residents' group chat.Then, it got shared on TikTok and X.The headline was: "A Stepfather's 'Number Education': Using Points to Drive A 17-Year-Old Girl to Death."In the photos, the whiteboard covered in pluses and minuses became ironclad proof of child abuse.The writing was still fresh on the line: "Leaving home without permission, -500 points".It became a hot topic on the internet.The netizens' fury drowned Dad.His workplace was doxxed, and his phone was bombarded with calls.His picture was turned into a memorial portrait and plastered at the entrance of the apartment complex.Some people sent him death threats, while others splashed red paint on his front door.The virtuous and kind Esther finally showed her true colors.When the police came to take statements, she cried buckets."Officer, I'm just her stepmom, how would I dare to interfere? Gary made all the rules. He said it was to
My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 4
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself floating in mid-air.I looked down.On the concrete ground lay a girl in a school uniform.Her posture was twisted, and a large pool of dark red was spreading beneath her.People were crowding around her, some screaming, some taking pictures with their
My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 3
I rushed forward, gripping his wrist tight. The eraser tumbled to the floor, clattering."Why?"The taste of blood filled my mouth."I saved enough... I saved enough, didn't I?!"Dad shook off my grip and straightened his collar."Patrick is really unhappy, you can see that too. As the elder si
My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 2
Over the next two weeks, I lived like a servant, eager to do anything that would earn me points.Waking up early to cook breakfast earned me 2 points. Mopping the floor earned me 2 points. Handwashing all the laundry earned me 5 points.Even when my period cramp was so painful that I could hardly
My Father's Point-Based Game Chapter 1
A loud crash came from the living room.I was in my room, grinding away at Olympiad math problems. My hand slipped, and the pen tip drew a long black line across the paper.I knew that sound all too well.Last time, when I was washing dishes, I accidentally broke a cheap white plate.My dad, Gar
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