SEVEN

JORDAN

Fuming with rage, I slammed the door shut behind me as I stormed into the house. As I entered the dining area, I was met with the sight of my stepmother sitting there, a smug, contemptuous smile on her face.

My blood boiled at the sight of her, and I wanted nothing more than to turn around and walk right back out the door. But I knew I had to face her. She was the bane of my existence, and I couldn't let her get the better of me. I had to stay strong, no matter how much she tried to rattle me.

"Well, well, well," She drawled, a sneer twisting her lips. "If it isn't my favorite son. You decided to grace us with your presence." I could almost hear the sarcasm dripping from her words, and it only served to infuriate me further.

And then I noticed the girl sitting beside her, a redhead who looked to be around my age. She was staring at me with wide eyes, her expression a mixture of awe and fear. It was clear she was intimidated by me, and it only made me feel more powerful.

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