Emma escapes death only to face a new kind of danger-her absent father's unsettling new picture-perfect family.
As she tries to navigate this twisted family dynamic, she can't shake the feeling of unease around her new stepbrothers and stepmother, w...
Fate likes to play games with me. It always had. Sometimes, I ask myself, "Why in the hell does everything bad happen to me?" Like if there were nobody else with bad luck. Fate is the culprit for such misfortune.
Just look at me here... Freshly beat, just laying on my old mattress, looking up at the peeling white ceiling.
"What has my life become?" I whispered low enough, not wanting to make a single sound. Too not alert the monsters downstairs.
You know, once upon a time, life was great for me. No worries, no drugs, no rape, no violence, no pain, no sorrow, just happiness... Just pure happiness.
But as the old saying goes, where there's happiness, there must be sadness and sorrow to keep it company.
And undoubtedly, it is true.
You may be rich one day and then, the next day, lose it all.
Alive today, dead tomorrow.
It's a matter of when, where, and why.
It's like the butterfly effect. A single flap can create a storm or a hurricane somewhere else.
Fate is funny sometimes, isn't it?
"Bang bang bang, open the damn door, I know you druggys are in there." A familiar voice shouted, banging on the front door. It was nothing new to me. It's like a routine every month.
The landlord comes banging at the front door for a few minutes, asking for rent money and a little favor from my mother. Then he leaves.
There is no point in telling you the little favors that he asks of my mother every month. You can already imagine by now what was the little favor he asked of her. Life has not been a nice ride, but I'm still alive and that is all that matters... right?
Right? Does it really matter?... Maybe.
"Open the damn door." He kept banging and banging and banging. It was starting to drive me crazy.
