“After all those years of taking care of you, this is how you repay me? By sneaking off with a boy?”

Wendy just got back from the cinema with Vernon and Seulgi.

All of her nights of sneaking out from her bedroom’s window, getting caught had never crossed her mind. Of course she didn’t expect it to happen since she’s already used seeing her stepmother immediately drifting to sleep once she gets back from work. 

“What did you just say? Take care of me?” she snorted, earning her a dark glare from the woman. “I’m sorry to break this to you, but I don’t remember you taking care of me, wicked witch.” 

“What did you call me?” The stepmother demanded in a flaring tone. 

“Wicked witch.” The teenage girl said through gritted teeth as if to show off how much hatred she held for her. “You heard me right, you’re nothing but a wicked witch to me. You dare to say that you took care of me when the truth is, you’ve never nourished me well. No scratch that, you never treated me like a human.”

Ever since my father abandoned me, all you did was bossing me around as if I’m a puppet, making me work in a sickening factory when I got no chores to do, and beating up my wrists whenever I make a little mistake. 

I’m not Cinderella, but you sure are an evil stepmother. 

“How could you say that to me?” The woman said dramatically.

“Screw off, I can say what I want.” Wendy curled her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. “You were never a family, and always put in that shallow head of yours that you’ll never ever take my mother’s place.” 

It was her first time crossing the line, lashing out at her stepmother.

It made her feel superior, but it felt wrong at the same time. 

Wendy didn’t stutter, and there was no sign of nervousness written across her face, but to say that she wasn’t scared and terrified to death would be a big lie. Because how couldn’t she be afraid when the woman was holding a broken bottle of soju, her eyes swollen, and her stone cold face burning with anger as if she would kill her stepdaughter at any second. 

She was drunk, and it had always been bad news whenever she was in that state.

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