Daddy, Don't Be Mad, I'll Stay Put
Dad is famous for being a total simp over Mom in the elite society. Naturally, he views Callie Archer, the stepdaughter whom Mom has brought with her, as his own.
But Callie is afflicted with a severe case of walking phobia. Her feet couldn't touch the ground at all. Only when she's stepping on my back can she roam around in the house freely.
So, whenever Callie looks in a certain direction, Mom will press my head down and force me to crawl toward Callie to serve as her doormat.
The doctor issues a warning to my family that my spine is severely contorted. So when Callie wants to admire the flowers in the yard while wearing a pair of spiked shoes again, I can't endure the pain anymore, so I shiver slightly out of instinct.
Callie ends up losing her balance and falling to the ground. She bawls like a baby afterward.
Mom rushes over immediately before kicking me in the gut, her high heel lodging into my flesh.
"It's extremely rare for Callie to be willing to leave the house! Why must you ruin her mood? Can't you just be more understanding and play your role as a doormat for the sake of your sister's illness?"
Meanwhile, Dad scoops Callie into his arms, his heart bleeding for her plight. He coaxes her gently, telling her that he'll buy her new dresses later.
I can only curl up on the ground while hacking up blood. But Dad just thinks I'm playing the pity card.
He commands his men to throw me into the basement. Apparently, I can only be released once I've learned to stay stationary when I'm supporting Callie.
As I clutch my broken ribs, I feel my tears flowing down my face as well as the blood from my injuries.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Next time, I will definitely not move a muscle, just like a corpse.