BECCA'S POV"Die! Die...... die, "As he got closer to me, I chanted in my head. He's my mother's third husband, and he's always bugging me. I was sick of it, but if I told Mum what he'd done, she'd never believe me.My name is Becca, and I'm sixteen years old. When my father departed, I grew up quickly because my mother would not stop partying, allowing her next partner to mistreat me.This was not how I wanted to live my life. But there was nothing I could do about it. As he approached me, I secretly wished for him to perish. When he was two feet from me, he suddenly dropped with a thud. My mother dashed down the stairs to the sitting room where her husband and I were when she heard the loud noise. "What have you done, Becca?" she yelled as she hurried down the stairs."Nothing, mum," I replied, shaking with panic. I was relieved that he was unable to touch me, but I was concerned about what had occurred. My mother approached him, felt his pulse, and declared his death. I became stif
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