Humble Love
Chapter 1
Ugh, I was in the study, and I totally knocked
over the painting my sister left behind when
she passed.
Suddenly, my seven–year–old stepson,
Connor, grabbed a pen off the desk and
jammed it right into my thigh. Hard.
He just stood there, watching me fall, blood
everywhere. Then, like nothing happened, he
carefully picked up the painting, which wasn’t
even damaged.
“Don’t think just because you married my dad
you can replace Mom. We all know you are a
gold digger.”
く
“And remember this,” he sneered. “When I’m
older, you won’t even be allowed to share the
same house as my dad, and you sure as heck.
won’t be buried next to him. I’ll turn your
ashes into a dog bowl.”
The blood was really flowing now, soaking my
jeans. I stared at the kid I’d been raising,
practically since he was born, and just sighed.
“Connor,” I said, “you think I want to be here?
Your father won’t let me leave.
Thwack!
Dad, uh, Harold, walked in, hearing the
commotion. He saw me on the floor, pale as a ghost, blood pouring from my leg. His eyes landed on the pen in Connor’s hand, and he
backhanded the kid across the face. Hard.
“You little monster! You ungrateful brat!”
Harold yanked Connor up off the floor, dragging him away, “You’re going to the
time–out room! Now!”
