For Sale My Stepfather
Chapter 03
“Where are you going?!” the sound was gripping, Dea's breathing became irregular with her legs beginning to tremble.
“Dea! Where are you going these nights?!” the statement was heard, Dea closed her eyes.
In his heart he counted from one to three, whatever happened Dea was determined to run away from the house.
“One, two, three.”
Bruaks!
The sound of the door hitting the wall, as Dea pushed it forcefully.
Dea ran with all her might.
“Dea! godammit! Where are you?!” shouted his stepfather.
The middle-aged man did not remain silent, seeing Dea running.
“Dea, stop there!” his yell.
Because the man's energy is stronger than Dea, even though he is middle-aged.
Dea did not want to lose, he threw away his bag which made it difficult for him to run. However, unfortunately the man who is usually called by his father can reach his long hair. Until making a step Dea immediately stopped and fell into the road.
Bruk! Bruk!
Both fell at the same time.
Dea looked in pain, as her chin hit hard on the asphalt road.
“Stand! Where are you stupid boy?! Hah ... You want to run away from me?! Not that easy ...” while grinning evilly, forcefully pulling Dea's hand to stand up.
“Dad ... hiks .. release me! What's my fault with Dad?!” dea's voice began to tremble withstanding the cries.
“Don't say much! Quickly home!” his jolt forced Dea's hand.
Dea tried to rebel and screamed for help. However, his efforts were only in vain, because his father's energy was stronger and even shouted in vain, because no one heard him. Moreover, everyone's clock must have been asleep.
“Be quiet, stupid!” she jolted at her stepson repeatedly.
He looked very angry, especially Dea had dared to argue.
“Don't dare take a step out of this house! If you still want to live!” threaten her by looking at her sharply.
Then left Dea who was still sitting weakly on the floor, visible bruises on his chin due to falling onto the asphalt of the road.
“Dad, what's my fault with Dad? Why would you want to sell me?!” dea asked half-screaming looking at her father who was about to enter the room.
The middle-aged man's steps instantly stopped, he looked at Dea who was seen looking at him as well.
“I told you, don't talk too much! You don't have ears! Do I need to tear your mouth?!” looking at the wrath of Dea's face.
Dea's guts immediately shrieked at the words of his stepfather, let alone the man looking at him with a wrathful look.
“I've been supporting you for a dozen years, now you have to repay me! You understand ...”
Dea shed her tears, she did not expect if all this love that her stepfather gave her was just a fake. In fact, all this time he had considered his father like his own biological father.
“Hiks ... Mom ....” unknowingly Dea called her dead mother.
“Don't you call your dead mother! You think by calling him, he can help you?! If you want to be safe, follow me!”
Dea just looked down, trying not to cry.
The man went into his room, before long he came out again with a rope in his hand.
“Dad ...”
“Shut!” as usual.
Dea was silent again.
The middle-aged man tightly tied Dea's hand, so that he could not move at all. Even his mouth was covered with a handkerchief.
“I've been saying since, don't argue if you want to survive! Listen to me carefully, don't you dare mess with me!” threatened again.
Dea could only surrender with both hands tied back, screaming useless because his mouth was full of handkerchiefs.
“God, what should I do now?!” he murmured inwardly after seeing the departure of his father.
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