All Chapters of My Father's Point-Based Game: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

10 Chapters

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, Gary Mills, deducted 50 points.The reason: carelessness and damaging public property.50 points. I would have to get five perfect scores in exams or wash 50 dishes to earn that back.The living room was dead silent.I put down my pen and pushed the door open.The floor was a mess.That antique vase, Dad's pride and joy, had shattered into pieces.My stepbrother was stepping on a soccer ball with a nonchalant smirk on his face.My stepmother, Esther, was crouching on the floor."Oh dear, Patrick, how could you be so careless? This is Gary's favorite vase..."She scolded Patrick, but at the same time, completely shielded him from my father.Dad stood beside her with a grim face, his c

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 stand, I still crouched down to scrub the floor.Cold sweat dripped down my forehead onto the tiles, and I quickly wiped it away. Points would be deducted if I made the floor dirty.Esther lounged on the couch, snacking on popcorn.A piece of popcorn dropped down to the floor I just cleaned. She laughed and said, "Oops, my hand slipped."She smiled at me. "I'm helping you, Myra. If you clean it again, won't you earn another point?"I remained silent and crawled over to pick up the popcorn. Patrick rushed over and stepped on my hand with his sneaker."I'll help too!"He stepped hard. Dad, who was reading the newspaper nearby, glanced at us. If I retaliated, I would be "bullying my youn

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 sister, you should give way to your younger brother." He pointed at Patrick still writhing on the floor."If you make him happy, the family will be harmonious, and everything will be fine."I trembled as I held up the crumpled flyer for the Olympiad math class."But they're my points! I earned them by washing thousands of dishes and getting first place! What about my wish?"Dad frowned, looking irritated."You're siblings. Your points are your brother's points too! I'm your father, so I have the right to adjust the points."What a convenient "adjustment."Esther stopped crying.She pulled Patrick up, wiped his tears, and said with a smile, "Oh dear, Myra is such a kind elder sister. Sh

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 phones.The sound of police sirens grew louder.I died.This realization didn't fill me with fear. Instead, it brought a sense of relief.A force pulled me back to the 18th floor, to that so-called "home" of mine.The lights were on in the living room.Dad was humming a little tune, using his phone to order the limited-edition sneakers online.His fingers were flying across the screen, and his face was relaxed and content.The commotion downstairs was loud, but he couldn't hear it.It didn't even cross his mind that something bad might have happened to me.He thought I was just throwing a tantrum, hiding in a corner, waiting for him to come and coax.Esther was cutting fruit in t

Chapter 5

The more Dad thought about the phone call, the angrier he became."No, this won't do. I have to drag her out. This kind of prank must be severely punished!"He stood up and strode toward my room.Esther fanned the flames from behind, speaking in a sarcastic tone, "A lot of young people these days are spoiled. They'll even pretend to be the police to earn a few points. Gary, you have to deduct lots of points from her this time, or she'll do something even more terrible in the future.""You're right! I'll deduct 10,000 points! I'll make sure her points will never be in the positive again!"Dad kicked open my bedroom door."Myra! Get over here!"The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang.The long lecture he had prepared got stuck in his throat when he saw the empty room.The room was neat and tidy.The blanket was folded neatly because points would be deducted if it wasn't folded well.The desk was clean because points would be deducted if I left things lying around.

Chapter 6

Dad was led downstairs by two police officers.The numbers in the elevator counted down one by one.18, 17, 16...With every digit that dropped, Dad's legs shook even harder due to fear.He was afraid to face the outcome, afraid to face the public's scrutiny.Esther made an excuse that she had to stay with Patrick and locked the door tightly.A cordon had been set up downstairs.The murmur of the crowd reached my ears."I heard she jumped because of a pair of shoes.""That guy looks like a decent man. I can't believe he's so cruel to his own daughter.""What a tragedy. That girl had always been well-behaved. She always smiled at people."Dad's head was lowered even further, wishing he could shrink into the ground.The police led him to the white sheet."Prepare yourself."After saying that, an officer lifted the corner of the white sheet to reveal my face.Actually, the sight wasn't too gruesome, because I landed on my back.My face was pale, my eyes were closed, and th

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

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

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

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

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