Leaving My Unfair Home Novels & Stories

“Soon we’ll be a real family, and you will have to leave!” I froze mid-step. My chest tightened, but I forced a calm expression. He was just a child. “That’s nice,” I muttered, turning to side step him, but he followed me again, “I'm talking to you, old lady! This is now my house, and soon, you’ll be kicked out! Mom said so while we were having dinner! And since you are old and can't have children, Uncle Nash will love me more because I'm the son of the woman he really loves!”

Three years after my family committed me to a psychiatric hospital, I finally managed to escape. But my freedom didn't mean much, not when the cancer had already metastasized. Knowing my days were numbered, I just wanted one decent meal. I used the pocket change I'd scraped together from collecting recycling to buy an ice cream cone—something I had never been allowed to try before. I stood on the street, happily enjoying it, when a metal chain suddenly whipped across my face. "Chantal is seriously ill, and you have the nerve to stand here enjoying yourself? I knew you always wanted her dead." It was my mother, whom I hadn't seen in years. She screamed hysterically, swinging the heavy met

I've been granted early release from prison for good behavior. My three brothers come to pick me up, and they bring a dog chain with them. Ashton Scott, my eldest brother, hands it over and says coolly, "Put it on. You're not allowed to take it off until we reach the house. This is the final test. Once you pass, you'll officially be a daughter of the Scott family." Dalton Scott, my second brother, pats me on the shoulder and sighs. "You must've had a rough seven years. But that smell coming off you… You'd better shower three times before you join us at the dining table later." Preston Scott looks me up and down, his brows furrowed. "Why have you lost so much weight? But I guess it works o

While we were decorating the new house for my wedding, my parents and my future mate, Garrett Horne, kept asking my sister what she thought. My sister said pink was childish. So my father immediately took down the pink curtains I loved and replaced them with blue ones. Blue was her favorite color. My sister liked the look of a folding dining table. So my mother returned my custom-made elm table. It had taken three months to build. Even the small bedroom Garrett had promised me as a study wasn't spared. My sister said it was just the right size for her clothes, so they gutted the room and redid it. Garrett finalized the new plans with the workers. Only then did he remember I was standing ther

Because I think I can no longer find strength to stand up and recover. That night, I came up with a big decision. This might be stupid for others but for me this is bravery. I’m fed up, I was done. I can no longer live in this house anymore. This house may be a part of my childhood, lots of my Mom's memories are kept here. It used to be my haven and home, now it turned out to be my misery and nightmare. It’s no longer the home I used to love and cherished. The bravest decision borne out of my desire is to leave. I don't know where I'll go, but I need to get away. This is the only way I knew to survive. I was so down and depressed I can only think nothing but suicide. If I stay longer, I can

This was so unfair. I missed my mom and her stern ways. I wanted to meet her. I needed to. I released a shaky breath, and cleaned my eyes. I should be grateful that I would finally leave here. When I've proven not to be evil, I can always go back home to my family. It was where I belonged. I pulled myself up, and walked towards my briefcase. It was lying dejectedly on the floor. I picked it up, dusting the debris off. I haven’t packed yet, and I really needed to. I can’t afford to stay here anymore.

I have to, I have someone I'm going to marry and I'm not coming back Don't look for me I already left the country, take care of the house and pay the debt, if you don't want to be homeless..... Whatever it takes a kid to survive...."

LEAVING HOME Mila's POV “Dad, how can you say something like that?” I yelled, furiously staring at my father. His words angered me to death, and I badly felt like snapping Sally into pieces just like I would do to a dried twig. Closing my eyes calmly, “Dad, you would have to make a decision. It's either your children or these bitch, because, I'm never going to accept her as our stepmother.” “Then I'll choose her. If you don't want her as your stepmother, then you're free to leave.”

“Are you nervous about going home?” “What’s there to be nervous about?” My father would smother me with love and my mother would roll her eyes. “It’s just that – I just feel that – I want to give myself to you. I don’t want to hold back but I – I just find myself holding back,” I confessed. “It’s unfair to you.” “Woah, what do you mean? How is it unfair to me?” He quirked a brow. “You’re allowed to have reservations.”

"I didn't think you were like this." I stared at her, shocked by her words and accusations. Was she really saying all these things to me? "It's very unfair that..." She began to speak again. "No!" Jaden said, his deep voice resonating in the open space. "Do you know what's unfair? You taking her from our home, from our lives, without asking if it was the best thing. You, after that, wanting to act as if she were a bargaining chip and not wanting me and my wife to see her with that cheap argument."