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The night shattered

Author: Funmilayo
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-23 23:59:48

Sylvia’s POV

By noon, my mother was gone. Every last piece of her clothing, every trace of her couch boyfriend, gone. The house felt hollow.

For a moment, I just stood there, taking it in. The silence. The emptiness. The temporary calm before the storm.

By 5 p.m., that storm arrived.

The front door swung open with a loud thud, followed by the unmistakable sound of stumbling footsteps. The stench of alcohol hit me before I even saw him. My stepbrother. He barely looked at me before he stumbled into the kitchen, and after a while, stumbled back out.

"Why the hell is there no food? Where’s Mom?" he slurred, his words thick but still loud enough to grate on my nerves.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t even look at him. Instead, I turned on my heel and made my way upstairs, shutting my door behind me and locking it.

A few minutes later, the banging started.

"Sylvia!" His voice was an ugly mix of anger and intoxication. "Open this damn door!"

I didn’t.

Instead, I grabbed my headphones, shoved them
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