I'll avenge my Revenge

What's My Wrong Mother

That night the rain was relentless, a teenage girl was curled up in the cold in the corner of the dark room.

Seen from the clothes he was wearing, the high school uniform that looks shabby by dirt and traces of blood spots.

He was locked up by his father and stepmother in their pet stables. As a form of punishment for him, who was considered to have been presumptuous to deny his stepmother.

Cold air pierced the bones, not to mention the mosquitoes that swarmed him. The sound of his stomach ringing with hunger, not to mention the pain in his body was full of wounds.

He had to endure it all, that skinny little body full of cuts that long hair unraveled looking disheveled and just wearing the shoes next door.

Ericka Victoria is the youngest girl of the couple Dewantoro Wijaya and Larasati Pohan, the girl who was poor at birth was abandoned by her late mother.

And met by a cruel stepmother and a father who does not care for him, his father's love for his new wife forgets his obligations to his children.

Ericka Victoria has two older sisters, her first sister named Revalina Wijaya and her second brother named Rendy Putra Wijaya.

Why is it only Ericka who is not given the last name of her father's family? I don't know, only he knows he's not considered by his family.

Considered a family disgrace, his father was consumed by the slander of his stepmother that his late mother was pregnant from adultery.

Everyone in his family hated him, except his two brothers.

"Oh my God, what's my fault? I never wanted to be born like this" she said, sobbing in tears.

Recollecting back to what happened this afternoon.

Ericka steps gontai towards the family room, she goes home early from school because she feels unwell.

"Huh, why are you here? Aren't you at school?" the stepmother asked, and slightly snapped.

"Sorry Mom, I'm going home first because I'm not feeling well." Answer Ericka.

She looked terrified and her body trembled at the figure of her stepmother, the woman her father married sixteen years ago.

When Ericka was one year old, and exactly one year also her late mother died her father married again.

Elena Bexxa the middle-aged woman still looks young and beautiful, her appearance that always looks graceful and elegant that she displays as a high-social woman.

She was Ericka's stepmother, before marrying her father she was a widow with two children.

Pramudya and Pricilia are the twin children of her stepmother, equally evil and equally jealous. As the saying goes, fruit does not fall from the tree.

Her stepmother looked at Ericka, her eyes tracing every curve of her body.

"I see that there's no wound or deformity in your body? Why are you truant, want to be lazy well you?! " snaps the great madam.

Ericka was slightly jolted by the clash of her stepmother, despite being used to being treated like that from childhood, but still it was frightening.

Imagining her stepmother is a wicked witch as in old fairy tales.

"But Mom, I'm really not feeling well. Looks like my ulcer is relapsing" Ericka looks grimacing in pain.

"Your excuse, tell me you're lazy to learn! You think your school fees are cheap, not to mention your expensive school equipment.

It all uses money all bought, still lucky you are accommodated here. Thank goodness to be people!" Her stepmother shouted at Ericka while pointing at her face.

Ericka could not stand it, her body dazed unable to support her sickly body.

He fell down, sitting down in front of his stepmother.

"Why? Don't pretend to be sick again you?! I won't be fooled" he said cynically.

"Wake you up, wake up!" he shouted while tugging at Ericka's body to get up from his seat.

The girl's thin body with a body weight of only 40 kg with a height of 160 cm looks ideal but it's very thin for her.

Sometimes he can't eat without working, more working than eating. Sometimes just a short break to drink water just can't.

His job was heavier than the servants in his house. He became the talk of the servants.

There are pity and there are also those who blame him for being born from his late mother who was considered adulterous. Of course, those who followed hated him were his stepmother's men.

"Mother, for Christ's sake." Ericka was not strong to stand up anymore.

Elena's mother kept forcing her to stand, as she wanted to stand she grimaced in pain from Elena's mother's grip on her hand.

"Ah, sick!" Ericka groaned in pain without accidentally brushing her stepmother's hand.

"Heh, the kid doesn't know how to profit! Began to dare you well, you should be taught a lesson so be kapok!" his yell.

Plakk! the plaque!

He slapped both Ericka cheeks violently, Ericka cried out in pain. But the woman didn't care, she was becoming.

He grabbed his hair, and his head was banged on one of the tables that were there.

Because of the commotion, the servants peeked at them from a distance. They did not dare to approach, because the hostess when she was angry was terrible.

One of the servants there, bi Mirna called Reva to inform her that her sister was being molested.

A few seconds later Reva came.

"Stop! What did you do to my sister?!" hardship on her stepmother.

He helped Ericka stand up, and saw her brother's body covered in wounds from the impact and scratches of his stepmother.

"Be quiet, you should be angry with him too! She skipped school" her stepmother said

"No, my sister's not like that. There must be a reason why he came home early" Reva said, unconcerned by his stepmother's attitude.

"Come on Eri, come with our brother to treat your wound. Then immediately rest well," he said to his sister.

Ericka just kept quiet and cried it nodded with her brother's invitation.

"Where are you going? Come back, let's go back!" shouted his stepmother.

He tried to pull Ericka's hand but was pushed away by Reva.

Revalina Wijaya is a beautiful girl graceful and full of charm, has a proportional body with an ideal body shape like a model. White leather legs with long wavy hair, with a sharp nose and eyes so perfectly round, so the picture is perfect for him, and coincidentally his profession is a famous model in his city.

Therefore, it was not difficult for him to avoid attacks from his stepmother who tried to harm his sister again.

With his foot in high heels he kicked his stepmother's leg down.

"Ohhh!" He screams in pain.

Later, Mr. Dewantoro came with some of his guards, he was also informed by one of his servants to supervise his house.

"Darling!" his screams saw his beloved wife fall by Reva's kick.

He came over and helped his wife to wake up. Reva didn't care about them she kept walking while looking at her sister.

"Wait!" hardik pak Dewantoro's.

"What did you do to your mother, look at her leg so hurt like this!" snapped dad.

"You should ask your wife, too, what she did to your son to get hurt like this!" No less the cry of Reva emotion with the attitude of her father.

"Your mother must have a reason why she's behaving that way." Answer mr. Dewantoro.

"What, excuses? What reason would make her right to molest my sister like this?! You're the same, a bunch of bad guys have no conscience." Reva left them.

Mr. Dewantoro gave his orders to his guards, they understood and immediately pulled Reva and Ericka.

They were forced to part ways by pulling their hands apart, Reva yelled for release. While Ericka only resigned when they dragged her away somewhere.

Reva was locked up in her room and locked out.

"Open up, open the door! Let me go you guys bi*dab! What do you want to do with Eri?! " he asked while shouting banging on the door hoping it would be opened.

But it was impossible that no one would dare to help her or her sister, she only wept lamenting the fate of her poor sister.

Meanwhile, there was one room in the big house. Rendy just sat speechless as she closed her eyes while listening to the music in her earphones.

He deliberately did not want to hear the noise, the commotion that almost happened every day in the house.

There was no peace or quiet in the house.

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