Go Away, My Stepbrother
The way he looked at us reminded me of how he used to gaze at stray animals or even beggars, a mixture of curiosity and disdain that made my skin crawl.
I resisted the urge to flee, forcing myself to stay rooted to the spot as Burgess finally acknowledged my presence. His gaze bore into me, his words dripping with condescension. "Long time no see," he remarked, his tone laced with thinly veiled contempt.
“Yeah,” I offered a casual reply, masking my discomfort behind a facade of indifference. With a sense of relief, I made my escape, retreating upstairs to the safety of my room. Afterall, it was the only place in this house where I could avoid Burgess and his oppressive presence.
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