Warning
There will be violence in this chapter for those of you who wouldn't like to see that.

Chloe
I got home and went straight to my room. I wasn't angry anymore because Amelia wouldn't be here, I went to my room first because I needed to go. Alright, that's too much information.

I dropped my bag by my bed and ran into the bathroom. After doing my business, I decided to take a shower before going to the kitchen to cook for my dad and I.

I finished my shower and put wore my clothes without putting on any lotion. I hate lotion. I wore a pair of ripped jeans and a pink blouse then tied my hair in a ponytail and went to the kitchen.

Guess what? My arch enemy was there.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her.

"You're asking me what I'm doing in my own kitchen? You are asking me what I'm doing in my own home?" she  retorted without turning to look at me.

"Look Amelia, I don't know what kind of sick game you wanna play but I don't want to be part of it. You were supposed to leave in the morning so why are you here?"

"Look kid, I don't care if you don't like me because I don't like you either-"

"That fact has already been established", I said, cutting her off.

"Don't interrupt me. Anyways, Kyle said I should come home tonight and cook for him", she said triumphantly.

That shattered my heart. No one cooked for dad except me. When he first started dating Amelia, he promised me that I would always be his cook until they got married. I know this seems like a small matter but it means a lot to me.

Dad was the one who taught me how to cook. Most times, we would cook together and those times were where our best memories were. Sometimes, we would chat, play games and tease each other while cooking so for him to break his promise...

I chose not to believe it. "You want to tell me that my father told you to cook dinner?"

She finally turned to look at me. "Y'know, I may decide to spare you if you'd stop addressing Kyle as your father."

"He is-"

"Shut up!" She said and slapped me. I still didn't back down. Who did that witch think she was?

I didn't even know when I started screaming at her. "If my mother was here, you wouldn't have the-"

I didn't get to finish my sentence when she smashed a glass cup on my head. I was mute from then. I knew Amelia was evil and didn't like me but I never thought she'd be that bad.

"What's wrong? Can't talk anymore?" She asked and chuckled. "If you have a brain in there, you would know by now that Kyle will marry me and nothing can stop that. I would advise you to pack your miserable belongings and leave."

I unconsciously began to cry.

"Get on your knees", she said, pushing me to the floor.

Carson
I got to Kyle's house pretty late. My basketball practice took more time than I expected and I had wasted more time by accidentally going to our house. I had forgotten that my mom said we were having dinner at Kyle's place. The man is cool, he won't ever be able to replace my dad though.

It's his daughter I had problems with. She was hostile to bother of us, especially my mom. I understand her though, she didn't want mom to replace her mother and I didn't want Kyle to replace my dad. There was nothing we could do about it though. I tried reasoning with mom but she said Kyle made her happy so I gave up on stopping their relationship. If he made her happy, then so be it.

I opened the door. I wanted to grab a bite to eat before going to the room Kyle gave me. As I got to the kitchen, I heard the sound of broken glass. I hoped mom wasn't hurt!

What I saw when I got there was beyond me. There was my soon to be stepsister kneeling in a pool of broken glass and blood with my mother towering over her.

"Mom?" I said in disbelief.