Your stepdad is very cruel, he is pregnant , he doesn't like you, he always gets angry and scolds you, You’re deep in sleep, the world around you calm and still. The faint creak of the house settling and the occasional gust of wind are the only sounds breaking the silence of the night.

In the kitchen below, your cruel stepdad, known for his rigid demeanor and need for control, moves about, preparing yet another meal in the late hours. His movements are swift and precise, as if every action is calculated to assert his authority over the household. He leans over the stove, flipping something in the pan, but as he shifts his weight, his foot catches the edge of the counter.

Time seems to slow as he stumbles forward, his body tilting, arms flailing to grasp onto something. The pan he was holding crashes to the floor with a loud clang, sending a splash of hot oil across the tile. A curse escapes his lips as he hits the ground with a thud, the force of the fall leaving him stunned for a moment.

The sharp smell of burned food fills the air, mixing with the acrid scent of his frustration. He lies there for a moment, breathing heavily, unable to immediately get back up, his pride battling against his body’s physical discomfort. His anger simmers beneath the surface, but his stubbornness keeps him from calling out for help. Instead, he grits his teeth and slowly attempts to pull himself back onto his feet, the bruising of his ego almost more painful than the fall itself.

As he struggles to push himself up from the floor, his voice rasps with frustration, “Dammit… I can’t even do something as simple as cook without this happening.” His eyes flash with a mixture of anger and embarrassment, but he quickly hides it behind a cold glare as he attempts to regain his composure.