Chapter 25: Chapter 25

“What right do you have to touch my things?!! ​​You don’t want me to touch yours but when you're the one who will do that, it’s okay?? Old, does it look so cheap? Well, you already know that I am a cheap girl. I’m poor, but still, you brought me to your house! And one thing, even if it’s old, it’s important to me because my dad gave it to me, also the shoes my shoes. All of that is important to me because they gave it to me. I have no other memories of them other than those things!! The garbage you say is like a treasure to me! It’s hard for you because maybe you don’t know how to appreciate small or old things!”

I went out of the house and looked for the trash. I looked at it and I saw my bag. Even though it was dirty, I hugged it. I entered the house again and ignored him.

Aren’t we different? I just touch and look at the photo but him! He took my bag and even threw it in the trash. He’s so mean and rude than I expected.

For me, those things are more important, so even if I get older, I won’t throw them away. My clothes smell like garbage, the smell is mixed because it was thrown in the trash!

I took a deep breath to relax myself after that took a shower and went to school easily.

After class, I went straight to our house, not Stephen’s house but my father’s house. I was about to knock on the door, but it suddenly opened and I saw my older brother, Keil.

“Keil, where’s mom?” I asked and went inside the house.

“Mom? She’s in the bedroom... wait, do you bring any money now?” I can see his eyes looking at my backpack.

“Ahm, yeah...”

“How much?” He raised an eyebrow at me and crossed his arms. I was about to answer, but I suddenly heard my mom’s voice.

“Oh, there you are. Where’s my money?” She quickly held out her hand to me.

“H-Here.” I reach out of my pocket and gave her the twenty thousand that I’ve borrowed from Stephen early. I thought she would be happy, but she just frowned even more and looked at me badly.

“Twenty thousand? Just this?! I thought you’ll bring one hundred thousand or maybe a million! Why are you not thinking right, huh? You're studying but yet you're still so dumb!”

“W-Why do you need that much money for?” I asked mom, and she looked at me sharply.

“Are you stupid? What is the money for? Of course to spend! You’re really dumb and stupid at the same time!!” My older brother slapped my head using his palm.

“Oh! Mom, you didn’t call me that Yana is already here. By the way, where’s the money? How much did she bring?” She seemed very excited.

“Twenty...”

“Twenty million?”

“No, twenty thousand.”

“The f**k? Why is it so small?! I thought she would give me a million!! You’re really useless, damn you!” Sis Kelly pulled my hair.

“Great, pulled her hair so that woman will remember that it is important that she’ll follow what we want her to do!” My older brother said seriously, I cried as Kelly still pulling my hair.

“Stop that Kelly!” Mom said. And I took a deep breath. I thought she would feel sorry for me but it doesn’t seem like... why did I even think of that.

Mom pulled my hand and walked to the kitchen. She took a knife, so my eyes widened and I was more nervous. She put my hand on the table and quickly stabbed my hand with a knife, making me scream in pain.

“S-Stop n-now... p-please...” I heard my both siblings laugh.

Are there really human? Looks like they’re not. How can you do this to me??

“Get some salt Kelly,” Mom muttered.

When she didn’t look at me, I immediately took the knife that was stuck in my palm. I closed my eyes tightly because of the pain. I bite my lower to stop myself from shouting in pain. I saw the blood dripping on the floor.

I tried to run out of the house, but Keil pulled my t-shirt hard and it suddenly tore. My bra is a bit show because of that.

Sis Kelly spread the salt on the floor. Kelly touched my hair and forced me to kneel on the floor with the salt on it.

“M-Mom... s-sorry! N-Next time I’m going to bring--“

“Shut up!!” they all shouted, and I closed my eyes while sobbing softly.

I opened my eyes and saw Sis Kelly holding a scissor, she’s now walking towards me.

“Sis...” I bit my lower lip as she was about to start to cut my hair but then...

“WHAT THE F**K ARE YOU DOING TO HER!!” My heartbeat suddenly quickened when I heard that familiar voice.

“What are you doing here--“

“I just f**king ask you all!!” I felt someone hold my shoulder and make me stand up. I groaned in pain because my knee and my left hand were shaking.

“So, you have wounds and bruises because of them??!” Stephen asked me angrily. I don’t know if he’s mad at me or them.

“Don’t interfere, it doesn’t mean that she was sold you can now--“ my brother didn’t finish what he was going to say when Stephen punched him hard. Mom, Kelly, and me were surprised because of what Stephen did.

“Shut the f**k up!! You already said that she was sold to me so I have the right to stop you all from doing this to her, she’s my property so you don’t have a right to hurt her!!” Stephen said angrily and punched him again, when he was about to punch him back Kelly spoke.

“Hey, stopped!”

“And you!! I beat women too so you better shut your f**king mouth!” Sis Kelly didn’t talk after what Stephen said.

Stephen held my hand, but I groaned because of pain. The hand he holds is the one who’s bleeding right now.

Stephen’s eyes widened as he stared at my hand. It looked like he had just noticed this by now.

“You all going to pay for what you did to her!! I don’t want to see your faces again. I’ll make sure that no company will accept to your daughter and son! I’ll make sure that your lives are going to be harder than you expected!” Stephen suddenly carried me up and left the house, he gently put me inside his car.

“I don’t want to go to the hospital.” My hands are trembling and I just endure the pain that I am feeling right now. I leaning my head against the window and closed my eyes.

I know where he will take me if I didn’t say that... I really don’t want to go to the hospital, it just reminds me of my dad and mom whenever I’m in the hospital.

We reached his house, and he quickly made me sit on the side of his bed. He took medicine and anything that can help me with this wound.

After he treated me and bandaged my hand, he looked at me sharply. “Why did not you say?” He asked me. I looked away from him because I felt tears forming in my eyes.

“Have they been doing that to you for a long time?” he asked.

Yes, I’ve been in high school for a long time, I didn’t start in my first year of high school when my dad died.