I Became The Family Scapegoat
I was the most notorious terror child in the entire neighborhood.
Every day, I threw a tantrum and claimed a parking spot as my own. I refused to let anyone else park there. The other residents had no choice but to leave their cars on the street, where they received expensive parking tickets.
I held a neighbor’s seven-year-old pet duck under water until it drowned. The duck had been worth a thousand dollars. I did it simply because I wanted to taste duck meat.
In the elevator, I would cancel everyone else’s floors for fun. One day, the elevator broke down. A neighbor was trapped inside so long that they nearly suffocated.
My parents were at their wits’ end. More than once, they beat me in public over my actions.
They even broke down in front of everyone and cursed me.
“How did I end up with such a rotten child?”
“Why don’t you just die?”
I thought. “But Mom, Dad, weren’t these the very things you taught me?”
I lowered my head, heartbroken.
“Kid, are your parents bad to you? Why don’t I find you a new mom and dad?” a tempting voice asked.
I looked up at the scarred man standing in front of me. Hope flickered across my face. I nodded.