C17 Why Don't You Just Die

I slept soundly during my rare breaks and woke up at five in the afternoon. It was so damn good to be stuck in bed and never get up again, but my stomach was already growling and my stomach was aching again. In our line of work, most of us don't have a good stomach, and usually we eat and forget all about it. If we were to drink together, it would be a small matter, and spitting blood wouldn't be too rare.

I casually made myself a bowl of noodles and turned on the TV to pass the time. At this moment, the phone rang. The caller ID showed that it was his mother. It was quite unexpected. Ever since I followed Brother Ming, Ma has cut off all relations with me. She didn't want the neighbors to poke their backs at her, saying that her daughter went out with a man at the age of 16. Now she's even more capable, so she directly went to be a lady.

I hesitated, but still picked up the phone. Mom's gentle voice came through the phone and she asked, "Shuangshuang, are you free tonight? Today is your sister's 13th birthday, can you come back? "

I also have feelings for my sister. Back then, when my mother gave birth to my sister, she was rejected and treated coldly by my stepfather. At the age of five, I was full of shit and piss. People might not believe him, but in the countryside, it wasn't rare for a six or seven year old to carry his younger sister while carrying his younger brother on his back.

But after she went to Shenzhen with her mother, she got along well with stepsister. They looked down on me as a country bumpkin, so the two sisters teamed up to bully me. They really are raising an ungrateful bastard. Although I had long since given up hope for my sister, but after all, we were connected by blood. I agreed and went to Ayelyn's shop to buy two princess dresses for my sister before returning home with my presents.

Mom opened the door for me. We hadn't seen each other for more than a year, and for a moment neither of us knew what to say. Actually, we didn't communicate much because she had been working outside the country for a long time and had created a new family.

The pressure cooker made a "chi chi" sound, and Ma gave a shriveled smile and said, "I'm making you a soup for your ribs, sit down first!"

She hurried into the kitchen, and I sat alone on the sofa, looking around me. The room was still very small, as there was no sun in the room all day, and the air was dark, and there was a rotten, musty smell. Many unsightly pictures of my stepfather peeping at me, my stepfather reaching into my collar, stepsister laying snakes on my bed …. Afraid of being alone, I followed her into the kitchen.

Ma is getting old, her originally black hair has silver threads, her white face is full of spots, even lifting the pressure cooker is difficult. I had hated her for her cowardice, for not being able to protect my own daughter, but she was a poor woman. She was afraid of being beaten by her stepfather. She was even more afraid that he would abandon her.

She turned around and looked at me, rubbing her apron with both hands as she hesitantly said, "Shuangshuang, your sister is about to go to middle school. We want to send her to a foreign language school, but a while ago, we rebuilt a convenience store and spent a lot of money. Now that we're a bit short on cash, you …"

The sound of the door opening came from outside the room, and Ma said with a gentle smile, "Your sister left her tutoring class, why don't you talk to her for a bit?"

The ones who came back were not only their sister, but also my stepsister. Their appearances were all with their stepfather. Their squared faces, small eyes, and flat noses. They were the real sisters. What did I count as? When stepsister saw me, her eyes reddened and she wanted to strangle me to death. She put her hands on her waist and asked in an unfriendly tone, "How are you here? Who let you in? Get out of here immediately!"

I pretended not to hear stepsister's scolding. I turned to look at my sister and calmly said, "I bought you a birthday present. If you like it, then stay. If you don't, then throw it away. I'm leaving first!"

In fact, I didn't want to stay any longer, so I turned to leave. stepsister picked up the bag on the sofa and threw it at me. As she did so, she mocked me, "Do you think we would take your gift? Your money is earned by sleeping with a man. If you don't find it dirty, then we'll all be dirty."

The bag was torn, and the princess's dress fell to the ground. stepsister stomped hard on it, and even spat on it while her mother hugged her sister, trembling in the corner. I thought that my already cold heart would still hurt. I shoved her away and reached for my skirt. stepsister pounced on me as if she had gone mad, grabbed hold of my hair and slammed into the doorsill, next to her ear she cursed, "You are a slut, a shameless hoof. If you dare push me, I'll teach you a lesson today."

She reached out and grabbed my face, trying to make it hurt. Long ago, I knew stepsister was jealous of me. If she heard someone praise me for my beauty, she would find a reason to beat me up. She loved to scratch me with her nails. Now she is 23 years old and still doesn't have a boyfriend. Her matchmaking partners all despise her because she is ugly, but now they hate me all the more.

She was huge, a man's skeleton, and she was so strong that I couldn't break free. My forehead hit the threshold, and immediately blood gushed out and ran down my forehead. I knew stepsister's personality very well. She would never stop until she had left a few scars on my face. I didn't want to be destroyed by her, so I grabbed the stick and swung it at stepsister with all my might. She let go of me in pain, and I ran out the door, all the way.

"Lu Shuangshuang, why don't you f * cking die?" stepsister cursed from behind. You're a bitch. "Son, a wave of hooves ridden by thousands of people, you will get syphilis one day, and it is best if you get AIDS. I will wait for you to die."

The more I hear of these words, the more numbed I become. I rushed forward, clutching my bleeding forehead. It was strange, but I didn't feel any pain, and maybe I was used to it, since I'd been beaten up by stepsister every now and then since I was a kid. My stepfather had beaten me, so my tolerance for pain had gotten stronger.