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I went upstairs to my bedroom. The moment I opened the door,
I thought I had gone to the wrong room.
Everything in the room was red – the sheets, curtains, lampshades, and even the dressing table.
I would never choose red as a color for decorating. But now, it was everywhere.
It no longer felt like my own space.
Tamia must’ve taken over my room while I was away. She was the only one who loved red so much.
I couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
Back then, Sheila took over my mom’s room right after she passed away. Later on, my dad helped Sheila renovate the bedroom in the way she liked.
At the sight, the nanny who had been taking care of me since I was a kid, commented that the bedroom didn’t look as elegant ast before.
Not long after that, Sheila fired her.
Like mother, like daughter.
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Now, Tamia took over my room and made it her own. There was no room for me in this family anymore.
Tamia followed me and said, “Glinda, I’m pregnant and need more sunlight, so I moved to your bedroom. Do you want me to
move out?”
Then my dad uttered, “It’s okay, Tamia. Glinda is your sister. She doesn’t mind it. Well, you can let her have your room.”
After closing the bedroom door, I told them firmly, “No, I don’t want her room. I’ll get morning sickness when I see something disgusting in Tamia’s room.”
Then I turned around and went downstairs, adding, “I’m going. to stay in the hotel.”
My father was stunned because it was the first time that he had ever heard me talking back like that.
In the past, whenever they treated me like trash, I would just take it, not daring to fight back..
Tamia choked up, playing the victim again and again and again. Tears welled up in her eyes as she mumbled, “Glinda, I told you, if you don’t like it, I can move out…”
I frowned and stopped. “Okay. Then give me back my room. I hate your room. Can’t you see?”
Hearing that, Tamia was so shocked that she even forgot to keep the show going on.
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Nearly rolling my eyes at her, I made a gesture to motion her to get it started.
“Pack up your things and take them out of my room. I’m waiting,” I demanded.
I used to have a good temper and never got angry with others, believing that it was how a well–educated and elegant lady should behave. However, Harold Adams, the man who had kidnapped me and kept me by his side, burst my bubbles of fantasy. He told me that I should keep my good temper to myself and lash it all out when someone bullied me, especially when it came to dealing with my family.
He stroke my hair and said, “Promise me that you will never let anyone bully you again, okay?”
And I nodded at him.
Now, I was standing in the corridor with my arms folded, looking at Tamia’s tearful eyes and listening to her sobs without. saying a word. I wanted to see when she would start doing as I
said.
Unfortunately, before she could take action, my dad voiced his thoughts, “Glinda, just let it slide. Tamia has stayed in this room for so long. It will be too troublesome for her to pack her stuff
and move out.”
Then he pointed to her room, which was opposite mine, and added, “Glinda, you can have Tamia’s room.”
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As I looked into Tamia’s room, I noticed the huge photo of her and Leland, and the one of Sheila and my dad hanging on the wall.
So, my dad asked me to stay in her room so that I could watch those two disgusting photos every day, huh? Did he really want me to lose my mind that much?
I looked at my father, feeling that he had become a total stranger
to me.
When I was little, he was good to me, always spoiling me. He told me I was everything to him, and everything that he had belonged to me.
But now, he changed. Everything had changed.
I turned around and went downstairs without any hesitation, saying, “I’m staying at the hotel.”
The next second, my dad shouted at me, “You haven’t told us what you’re gonna do with the baby yet! It’s just a room! Why do you have to make a big deal out of it? Gosh! Your mom had done a terrible job raising you!”
Hearing that, I stopped.
Actually, I didn’t mind him scolding me, but he really pushed. my buttons, bringing up my mom.
My mom helped him build up his business empire from scratch
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and suffered for years because of it. And he had the guts to talk shit about her?!
I turned around and squinted at him. “If I were you, I would ask Tamia to pack up right away. She has to give my room back to me before tomorrow noon.”
Then I left the house, ignoring my dad’s scolding.
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