"How old are you now? Why are you still as cowardly as when you were little?" Mom asked indifferently.
I rubbed the scars on my arms, my heart aching as if being pricked by needles.
When I was a child, my parents would lock me in the basement and whip me with sticks whenever I broke something or did something that upset them.
They put me in solitary confinement under the pretext of letting me reflect on myself.
But my parents would never bear to say a single harsh word to Will, even if he made a severe mistake.
"You should go get the marriage license with Dan tomorrow morning!"
Hearing this, I couldn't stand it anymore. I sprang to my feet and overturned the table.
"You rebellious girl, what do you want to do?" My mother looked at the mess on the floor in disbelief and frowned, ready to slap me.
I grabbed her hand and said, "I'm suffocating here. I'll never come back again!"
Will stepped forward to stop me and asked, "Where can you go if you leave home?"
I sneered, "Home? This has never been my home!"
"Sandra Charter, stop putting on an act! I'm pregnant with your Charter family's grandson, so your parents are willing to marry you to my brother even without any gifts, not to mention we gave you 100,000 dollars!"
"Don't be so hypothetical. That sum of money is for you and Will to raise your kid, isn't it? Does it ever have anything to do with me?"
"Now that you say the money has nothing to do with you, then get out of my place!"
Amy raged, holding her abdomen and trembling with anger.
My parents and Will hurriedly strode forward to support her.
Will was afraid that I would fight with Amy, so he quickly handed me a key and said, "Your stuff is in the basement. There is a bed there. You can stay there if you want..."
I went down to the basement and saw all my stuff piled up in a mess in a corner.
The clothes were moldy, and the books were drenched with water.
The bed Will mentioned was made of iron bars welded together without even a coat of paint and had already rusted in the damp basement.
It couldn't be a place for anyone to live at all!
I went upstairs, knitting my brows together tightly, but before I could knock on the door, Amy's impatient voice came from inside.
"Look at her! We shouldn't have left her even a basement when we bought this house!"
"You bought this house?"