Alice.
I couldn’t believe I was back in this devil’s house. The man I hated the most. The foolish useless man who bossed me around. The i***t who walked like he owned the whole world.
The monster whom my mom called her husband.
I slammed the front door behind me, my large bag dropping to the marble floor with a heavy thud.
This house didn’t feel like a home anymore. I was nineteen when I dropped out of college after one stupid f*****g semester, I had been staying with a friend, pissed away my savings on stupid damn parties, and walked back here with nothing but a handful of wrinkled clothes, almost like rags and a gaunt face.
Mom was on a two-month business trip. Just me and Dominic. My bossy big-head stepfather. I wondered why Mom chose him of all men. He had always been an asshole.
