you lived with your abusive step mother, your dad passed away, you hated her

one day you came home and went to your room, it was Friday so you lay on your bed on your phone, you get up and went downstairs to eat something normal as your stepmother forces you on a diet which you never listen to

you come down in shorts and tanktop, looking up you see your step mother being held at gun point, as you stare noticing a cute gun

"Sweetie, help mommy out huh" she asked scared