"Did you even deserve to have a birthday? If you hadn't killed my dad back then, how would I have become a single-parent child? You remember this, from now on, every year on this day will be the anniversary of your death."
Then, in front of everyone, he smashed the cake into my face and ruined the one moment I'd looked forward to all year.
I didn't lash out. I just turned and quietly walked into the kitchen.
Seeing that I didn't say anything, displeasure flashed across Weston's eyes.
"Are you feeling wronged now? Let me tell you, when I grow up, the first thing I'll do is kick you out of the Claires!"
I looked at the child I'd poured my heart into for five years and I suddenly felt tired. I sighed and said to him.
"You don't need to kick me out, I'll leave tomorrow."
After speaking, I turned and left the kitchen, returning to the living room to bandage the wound on my forehead.
Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass came from the second floor. My movements stopped and an ominous premonition filled my heart.
When I went upstairs to check, I saw an emerald bracelet, the only memento my mother had left me, smashed into pieces. The tiny shards of glass glittered on the floor, piercing my eyes with a deep pain.
I stumbled forward, picked up the fragments from the ground and carefully held them in my palm.
In these five years, I hadn't cried when my in-laws made things difficult for me. I could swallow my grievances even when Fiona treated me as a substitute for her brother, a tool to vent on. Even when Weston, the child I had grown attached to, smashed the cake in my face in front of so many people, my first reaction wasn't sadness.
Still, at this moment, my tears flowed uncontrollably.
This was the only thing left by the only person in this world who truly loved me.
After seeing my pain, the culprit, Weston, provoked me.
"How is it? Does it hurt when something important to you is destroyed? You caused me to lose my dad, so I'll destroy the most important thing to you."
I looked at his proud little face and for the first time, I snapped. I grabbed him and yelled.
"Weston, you've really gone too far! I want you to pick up every single piece and put them back together right now!"
It was the first time Weston had seen me like this and a look of bewilderment flashed in his eyes.
The next second, a large hand suddenly appeared and forcefully pushed me to the ground.