Chapter 29 It’s Time

{Faith}

Odette staggers back. She holds her cheek, her eyes widened in shock. “You just…”

“And I will do it again!”

Adrenaline rushes through my veins. My palm itches badly. “Don’t you ever put your hands on me again! I am not the girl you raised to be docile and accepting of all the nonsense!”

“You ungrateful bitch!”

“Call me ungrateful, but deep down you know you are just describing yourself. I accepted you as my mother, but you stabbed me in the back.”

When my father first met Odette, she was just a member of the church he headed. She was devout and gentle. I wanted my father to be happy. I didn't want him to keep crying over my late mother’s picture even though five years had passed since she died of breast cancer.

I was only ten years old, but I accepted her. When they got married a year after courting, she moved in with us and changed everything in the house.

Took down my mother’s pictures.

Stopped me from collecting bugs.

Prevented me from cuddling with Dad.

But he was happy.