Black Bellied Ceos: Come Back Home - Chapter 1: Chapter 01: Lets get to know each other
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- Chapter 1: Chapter 01: Lets get to know each other
It all started 10 years ago when at the age of 16 I decided that I needed to leave the environment that I was in because I realized that if I didn’t then I could possibly end up dead or worst.
Ever since I was young I was ostracized by those who claim to be my supposed “family”. We weren’t the most-well off but we could experience the finer things in life. My family consisted of my father, stepmother, a stepsister and a stepbrother (all of which may I add are terrible people). My birth mother died shortly after I was born in a car accident, something that to this day my father holds against me. I bet that you’re wondering why I am being blamed, well the night in which the incident took place my mother was only out because of me. That night I was running a fever and my mother went out to find the doctor and while driving back home she got hit by a car. The thing that was the most messed up was the fact that I didn’t even know that the person that I called mother was not my birth mother until I was about 10 and stumbled across my actual mother’s diaries.
My father married my stepmother Della not even a full 6 months after the death of my mother (though he claims that my mother was the love of his life). My stepmother was a cross between the evil stepmother from Cinderella, Cruella de Vil (she even had the same anorexic looking form and everything), and Dolores Umbridge (the lady in pink from Harry Potter for those who don’t know). She was the kind of person who tried to make sure that you always were aware of the fact that you were not a part of her dream family. I remember that she used to made sure that by the time I was 16 I was convinced that nobody could want me and I was anemic and in the beginning stages of being Bulimic.
If my stepmother took care to break me down mentally, my so called father Henry took care to break me down physically. While in public he pretended to be the perfect father, at home it was a different story altogether, if I so much as accident creaked a door he would have his trusty bodyguards beat the living daylights out of me (he didn’t do it himself because according to him it was beneath him).
Lastly my stepsiblings Vivian and Victor were the typical spoiled brats who felt like the world owed them something. They were the reasons for much of the punishments that I got especially when it came down to doing what they felt they shouldn’t have to do. If they were hungry I was the one to cook something, if they had homework I had to complete it, and if they wanted to sneak out I had to be the one to cover for them or else they would find some excuse to get my ‘parents’ on me.
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