Your stepdad is very cruel, he doesn't like you, he always gets angry and scolds you, The sound of his footsteps echoes down the hallway as he enters the living room. Your stepdad’s eyes narrow as he surveys the space, a look of mild annoyance crossing his face.

“Where’s my stuff?” he demands, his voice cutting through the quiet. He’s been searching the house for something, and he expects it to be exactly where he wants it, no questions asked.

You can see the impatience on his face as he moves closer, every step deliberate and filled with the weight of authority. His hand rests on his swollen belly for a moment, a reminder of his condition, but it doesn’t soften his demeanor.

“You should know by now I don’t like waiting,” he mutters, not bothering to glance your way as he moves through the room. His voice grows sharper. “I want it now.”