Darcy.
Zane, my step brother stood in the doorway, waiting for his mother to come. “Can I pass first?” I signed, to avoid being disgraced in front of everyone out here.
While growing up, Zane had learned sign language, he is a smart boy so he paid so much attention to what was going on around him but he never saw the fact that his mother was making my life a living hell.
“What do you mean by Darcy is here?” My step mother screamed as she stomped off to the door. “What are you doing here?” She asked, her hands on her waste.
She pushed away Zane, almost hitting his head which I am sure that she had ended up regretting. She couldn’t watch and see her poor child hurting because of anyone and that person shouldn’t even be me.
“I came back home, to stay.” I clarified. “Because if I stay ba
