To Protect

Susan’s P.O.V

I stared deep into the eyes of the woman that I had held with contempt my whole life. The more I stared at her, the more my hatred for her intensified.

Growing up, I had watched my dad avert his love for me, focusing instead on Elodie and my other half-siblings. She stole the love that he had for me and she stole my childhood from me.

He would always address her as the apple of his eye, spoil her, and publically announce to the world how she was his pride. She was his favorite child while I was abandoned, left to beg for his attention, his love, and for him to provide the basic things for me.

I was sure she was the reason he abandoned me and just the way, my childhood was stolen from me, I was going to take everything away from her and she would experience the pain that I went through when I was young.

I would make sure that she experiences what it feels like to be lonely, forgotten, and rejected.

I would drag her through the hell that my mum and I went through.

“Th