“You are nothing but trash in this house. "You should not be seen among humans,” my stepmother spat, yanking my hair so hard.
I screamed as the pain shot through my scalp. She dragged me upstairs, my knees scraping the wooden steps as she pulled me up. She dragged me, one stair at a time, like I was nothing but a rag doll.
I kicked, struggled, twisted, begged her to stop, but my cries only seemed to fuel her rage.
“Would you shut your trap! Your voice irritates me,” she said, pulling me with her.
“Please,” I sobbed, my voice cracking with pain, “Stop." "Please, you're hurting me!” I cried, begging her to stop, but my words met deaf ears.
My stepmother is the queen of all the evil stepmothers in the world. Despite my cries and struggles, she didn’t even flinch. No atom of remorse r
