My pain
He was never meant to love her. She was a mistake, A weakness, A reminder of everything he hated. From the moment she stepped into his world, she became the enemy — someone to resist, to fight, to destroy if necessary. But hatred is a dangerous emotion. It burns too hot. It lingers too long. And sometimes… it transforms.
The more he tries to break her, the more he breaks himself. Because what begins as revenge slowly turns into obsession. And surrender was never part of his plan.
It all began with the harsh realities of life hitting hard on Kylie, forced to bear the ill treatment of her step mom..aunt julia,after the death of her dad.The house felt different after that. Colder. Quieter. Like the walls themselves had decided not to protect her anymore. Her stepmother didn’t start cruel.
Not at first.
It began with small things — comments disguised as concern.
“You eat too much.”
“You’re useless around here.
“Your father spoiled you.”
Then came the rules.
No friends over.
No going out.
No money.
Her stepmother controlled everything now — the house, the accounts, and most importantly, the bar her father had built from nothing. It had once been his pride. A dimly lit place filled with laughter, music, and stories.
Now it felt like a cage.
At first, she was made to clean,Scrubbing sticky floors at midnight while men staggered past her. Washing glasses until her hands cracked from soap and cold water. She worked until her back ached and her eyes burned, but her stepmother was never satisfied.
“You live under my roof,” she’d say. “You earn your keep.”
The first time her stepmother suggested the stage, she laughed — thinking it was a joke.
It wasn’t
“You want to stay here? You’ll help properly."
The humiliation burned deeper than fear. She argued. She begged. She reminded her stepmother that her father would never have allowed it.
Her stepmother’s face hardened.
“Your father is dead.”
And just like that, the choice was taken from her.
She was given clothes that felt too small, too revealing. Makeup she didn’t know how to apply. High heels that made her unsteady. When she looked at herself in the mirror backstage, she didn’t recognize the girl staring back.
She felt like someone else.
The first night on stage, her hands trembled so badly she thought she might faint. The lights were blinding. The music too loud. The stares too heavy.
She wasn’t treated like a person.
She was treated like entertainment.
Afterward, her stepmother didn’t comfort her. Didn’t ask if she was okay.
She counted the money.
“See? You’re finally useful.”
The words hurt more than the work.
Nights blurred together after that. Exhaustion. Shame. Silent tears wiped away before she got home. She stopped looking at herself in mirrors. Stopped speaking unless spoken to and without even realizing it, the once vibrant, fearless and energetic Kylie people had once envied became a shadow of her self disconnected from the outside world, no family, no money, nothing just her against the realities of life. forced to toughen up afraid of being crashed by her step mom aunty Julia some one who was supposed to be her only family,shield her, protect her and love her as her own rather inflicted pain, fear and saw her as a tool for more money, more growth.
A girl who fell from grace to grass, who had to divert all the hatred life had inflicted on her onto her late father constantly blaming him for leaving her and letting her face the wickness life had to throw at her but life happened and there was nothing no one could do about it, all she could do was endure and survive at least for now.
