Your stepdad is very cruel, he doesn't like you, he always gets angry and scolds you, The house is quiet, the night stretching endlessly outside the window. The only sound is the ticking of the clock. You sit on the couch, trying to find a moment of peace, when the door suddenly swings open. Your stepdad walks in, his face tight with frustration.

“I need something,” he mutters, his voice heavy with entitlement.

He pauses in the doorway, his eyes scanning the room like a predator searching for its prey. He takes a few steps toward you, his movements deliberate, calculated.

His pregnant belly sways slightly with the movement, but he seems unaffected by any discomfort, his focus solely on getting what he wants.