I was washing dishes while Joana was drinking tea and reading the paper. Just then, Gabriel walked in. "Where's Branco?" He asked, "I haven't seen her all morning." he said.
I was honestly getting nervous, Joana had asked me to put Branco out because she was irritating Joana. 'She probably wasn't doing anything wrong. Poor kitty.' I thought, poor Branco was probably lost, looking for shelter and food. "No. Have you seen her, Hana?" Joana asked. I was hoping she wouldn't drag me into it. but no such luck. "No. Sorry." I lied.
"Really? But I thought I saw you put her out this morning."
...What did she just say?
She asked me to put Branco out for only her sake, now she was trying to pin the blame on me?
That.
Was.
IT.
"What? What did you-?" Gabriel asked angrily, but he was cut off as I shoved him aside. I slapped Joana across the face as hard as I could. The slap echoed through out the house. "AAH!" Joana cried out as her cheek turned red.
"No more! I've had enough!" I screamed, slapping her more and more. I guess she was too shocked to stop me, but I didn't care. "Why do you all do this to me?! I do all the chores, I cook,and all the thanks I get is being treated like trash!" I yelled, I glared at Gabriel, the stupid brat had a terrified look on his face. "You wanna know where Branco is?!" I yelled, making him shake like the pussy he was. "Your loving mom here had me throw her out like she was worthless!" I said. Gabriel gasped, then looked at Joana, "Is...is that true?" he asked. Joana looked ashen.
But before she could answer, I had a bone to pick with the brat. "And you!" I screamed, stomping over to him. He tried to get away, but I grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and made him look at me. "What's your deal?! Why do you throw rocks at me?! Why do you flip my dress up and reveal my panties?!" I roared, the runt was on the verge of crying. "Hey, let go of him!" Maria said, oblivious to all that was going on. Of course she was, she was the stupidest girl I knew.
"YOU!" I snarled, throwing Gabriel aside. Maria jumped then cried out in pain as I stomped on her foot as hard as I could, just as she had done to me too many times to count. "How do you like it?! How would you like it if I took your clothes while you were showering then shoved you down the stairs?!" I screeched. She was crying as she held her foot, what a baby.
"What is going on here?!" Pedro asked as he entered the room.
Last but not least, the source of all my misery had come.
"YOU!" I may have strained my vocal chords with that, but I didn't care at this point.
He looked surprised as I charged at him, then shoved him to the floor. I looked down at him with all my fury. He was slack-jawed as he looked up at me. "Hana! You dare push a holy man?! The Lord sayeth-!" There he was with all his fake religious bullshit. "OH SHUT UP!" I spat, making him jump.
"You're not a priest! You don't deserve to be! If anyone's going to hell, it's YOU!" I yelled. "You abuse a child you took in, take her for granted and for what? Money! Isn't that the sin of Greed, FATHER?!" I screamed the last part mockingly. Pedro was speechless.
"All of you are despicable people who don't deserve what they have! Die! Die! ALL OF YOU JUST DIE!" I scream with all of the years of agony and hatred I held in for all these years.
Then I ran.
I didn't know where I was going.
But anywhere but here was better.