Only i can hurt you

Chapter 11-Only I Can Hurt You

The moment we reached home, the door slammed behind us. The silence of the house felt heavier than the crowd at the event.

Her eyes burned with anger. I could see the hate in every glance she gave me.

“You embarrassed me tonight,”she hissed. “Do you know what that means for me?”

Before I could speak, her hand struck my face hard. Pain exploded, but it wasn’t just the slap—it was the hatred behind it.

She grabbed my arm, twisting it, pulling me toward the wall.

“You think you can ruin my life and get away with it?” she shouted.

I stumbled, trying to protect myself, but she kicked my ankle—the one already swollen from falling at the event. The pain made me cry out, but she only smiled cruelly.

“You are useless. A curse! You killed your mother and now you want to ruin me too!”

Then she grabbed a vase from the table and slammed it on the floor near my feet. Shards of glass scattered, glittering like sharp teeth.

“Watch where you step, or this will be you!” she spat.

She pushed me toward the staircase. I fell, and she laughed as I tried to hold onto the railing.

“You are nothing! You will always be nothing in this house!”

I curled up on the floor, sobbing. Every corner of the house felt dangerous now—the shadows, the furniture, even the cold walls.

And all I could think of was the stalker’s words:

"Only I can hurt you."

Somewhere in the house, I could still feel the faint smell of his perfume. It was the only thing that made the fear less suffocating.