All Chapters of My Dad Locked Me in the Storage Closet to Starve: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Even now, as a spirit, just the sight of the sealed-off storage room door made me feel suffocated.It was as if the darkness would engulf me again at any moment.I staggered backward and quickly made my way to the dining room.There, Dad and Ian surrounded Wendy, their voices soft and comforting.Dad had his arm wrapped protectively around her. “You’ve lost weight recently, Wendy. You should eat more.“I know what happened last time must’ve scared you. It’s only right Jennifer gets punished for what she’s done.“I’ve gone easy on her this time, but don’t worry. I’ll make sure she knows her mistake. That’ll never happen to you again.”Ian chimed in, his tone gentle. “You’re my one and only sister, Wendy…”I stood silently behind them, listening as my father reprimanded me as if I weren’t there, and my brother denied my very existence as his sister. I wanted to cry, but no tears came.By blood, they were my only family. Yet, to them, it felt like I didn’t exist.Being tied up a

Dad was in the middle of a meeting when he received the call. Without a second thought, he rushed home.As soon as he arrived, he carried a pale Wendy and roared, "You are my daughter, Wendy. No one can send you away!"Don't say a word about leaving again."At first, I thought something serious had happened, but when I stepped out of my room and saw the scene before me, the bitter irony wasn't lost on me.I was speechless. Wendy was no delicate porcelain doll, nor was she afraid of the dark. A short time in the storage room hardly warranted such theatrics.That was until Ian shouted, "It's all Jennifer's fault! She's the one who locked Wendy in the storage room! Who knows how long she would've been trapped if I hadn't come back!"Dad stormed upstairs, dragged me out of my room by my hair, and shoved me into the storage closet. Tying me up, he raged, and in that moment, I finally understood—this family had no place for me."How could you be so evil, Jennifer?!" Ian yelled, his ey

My father's expression darkened as the half-hour mark passed, and I still hadn't appeared."It's already been thirty minutes! What? Does she think I can't do anything to her?!"What a stubborn girl! She still doesn't understand what she's done wrong!"Hmph! I'd like to see what tricks she has up her sleeve!"In a fit of anger, he threw the teacup in his hand onto the ground, the sharp crack echoing through the room.I watched silently from behind, amused. Beneath his anger, there was a flicker of worry, though he'd never admit it. I couldn't help but snicker when he knocked into a chair as he stood up."Wait here for me, Wendy. I'll drag Jennifer over to apologize."He stormed toward the storage room, his steps heavy with frustration. Just as he neared the door, a rat darted out, causing him to jolt in surprise."What's going on? Where did that rat come from?!"The butler stood pale-faced by the door, his expression twisted in a grimace as he turned away. "Mr. Stiles… Perhaps

That night, my father returned to his study, still convinced that I had somehow run away.To support his belief, he even pulled up footage from the villa’s surveillance cameras.There were no cameras inside the house, but the exterior was covered. Every corner outside the villa was monitored. If anyone tried to enter or leave, it would be caught on camera.The footage left no room for doubt—I hadn’t left the house since being locked in the closet.“That’s not possible!” he bellowed, hurling the laptop against the wall. It shattered on impact, pieces scattering across the floor.“She must’ve tampered with the footage! She’s smart, isn’t she? Of course, she’s capable of something like this!“I’ve never met someone so unfilial!”As if his tantrum weren’t enough, he grabbed an ashtray and hurled it against the wall as well.Just then, Wendy walked in with a glass of milk, only to freeze in shock as the ashtray shattered inches from her. The glass slipped from her hands, spilling mi

The crash startled them both.My father sat up first, hastily straightening his clothes. He scanned the room, exhaling in relief when he saw they were alone.I was shocked too—I hadn’t expected to be able to grab things. Instinctively, I decided to test this newfound ability.“Ah! A ghost!” Wendy shrieked, spotting a shadow.I froze, stunned. Can she see me?After a moment, Wendy seemed to realize there was nothing there. She reached out and wrapped her arms around my father’s waist.“Hug me. I’m scared.”Suddenly, she was on his lap, and her top was on the ground.I watched, horrified, as the atmosphere shifted, their movements growing intimate. Soft sighs and whimpers filled the room.How I wished I were blind and deaf.Just as the two were lost in the throes of passion, the door burst open.My father, startled, fumbled and soiled his pants. Wendy scrambled to grab a nearby pillow to cover herself, staring in shock at the policeman who stood at the doorway.The officers,