Free Web NovelChapter 35: Kicked out
Abigail pushed open the front door of the William family house, her body heavy with exhaustion after the long and painful day.
The sitting room was empty and quiet, with only the soft tick of the wall clock breaking the silence. She stood there for a moment, staring at the familiar space that had once filled her with so much hope.
A deep sigh escaped her lips. Was this even supposed to be easy? How could anyone expect her to pack up and leave so suddenly after spending years dreaming of this family? She had waited so long to feel like she finally belonged somewhere, and now everything was falling apart around her.
Her eyes drifted to the large family portrait hanging on the wall. There they all were, smiling perfectly in the frame: Mr and Mrs William, Anna, and the others—but Abigail’s own face was still missing, just like before.
They had not bothered to change it. "Whatever," she muttered, rolling her eyes. She turned and headed upstairs, her footsteps echoing softly on the wooden steps.
Something felt strange, though. The air seemed thicker, and a prickling feeling on the back of her neck made her pause. Curious, she continued climbing higher until she reached the top.
There stood Anna, blocking the hallway with a smug smirk on her face. "You have fun?" Anna asked, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.
Abigail raised an eyebrow. After everything she had dealt with today, the arguments, the confusion, and the heartbreak, was this really what she had to face now? "Of course," she replied calmly. "Can I go in now?"
Anna frowned and walked down a few steps arrogantly, stopping right in front of her. She stood on the stairs just above Abigail, looking down like she was better than everyone else. "You know... I hate you, Abigail," she said coldly, her eyes narrowing.
Abigail smoothed her hair proudly and gave a small shrug. "Best compliment ever," she answered with a light smile. She was too tired for this nonsense, but she refused to let Anna see her break.
Anna clenched her fists tightly, her face turning red with anger. For a moment, it looked like she might explode. Then, suddenly, she smiled again, a sharp and dangerous smile. Abigail poses a significant threat to her life, especially in this family.
That was when Abigail decided she had had enough. She stepped closer, her voice firm and steady. "You can hate me all you want, Anna, but I am the real biological daughter of this family. I came from the orphanage, yes, but blood doesn’t lie. No matter how much you try to push me out, this is my home too. So stop acting like you own everything." Abigail smiled. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
Anna’s eyes widened for a second; she didn’t expect that at all...but before she could respond, she suddenly lost her balance.
Her foot slipped on the edge of the stairs, and she tumbled down the staircase with a scream. It all happened so fast that Abigail could barely react. Anna rolled and crashed at the bottom, and to everyone’s shock, blood started appearing on her clothes and the floor. It looked worse than it probably was, but the sight was dramatic.
Where did this blood come from?!!
Abigail looked at her in disbelief! No paid actors would quickly produce that amount of blood!
Mr and Mrs William rushed out from their room, their faces filled with horror as they took in the scene. Anna lay there groaning, blood staining her outfit. Mrs William’s eyes darted between her daughter and Abigail.
Instead of asking what happened, she stormed over and slapped Abigail hard across the face. The sound echoed through the hallway. Abigail stood there stunned, her cheek burning. She had not even touched Anna—Anna had fallen by herself in her own rush to be dramatic.
"Pack your things and leave, Abigail. We’ve had enough of this chaos in our house." Mr William’s voice boomed out, cold and final.
Abigail nodded slowly, realisation washing over her like cold water. This was it. They had chosen to believe Anna again, just like always. I should have known from that day.
Even though they tried to hide their true feelings, it was clear they did not really want her here. She turned without another word and went to her room. Anger boiled inside her as she threw clothes and personal items into a bag. Night had already fallen, and her phone kept ringing nonstop on the bed, but she ignored every call. She did not want to hear anyone’s voice at the moment.
With her travelling bag slung over her shoulder, Abigail walked out of the house, tears streaming down her face. She had only wished to reunite with her real parents and feel loved, but instead, she felt completely betrayed. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
The cool night air hit her skin as she stepped outside. She did not want to call anyone, not Henry, not any so-called friends.
What was the point? Rain began to fall, lightly at first, then harder, soaking through her clothes. In a burst of frustration, she threw her travelling bag to the side of the road and dropped to her knees. She cried hard, hugging her shoulders tightly as the rain poured down, mixing with her tears. Everything hurt—her face from the slap, her heart from the rejection, and her body from the cold water.
Maybe it was her fault for looking for her real parents. People in the orphanage loved her, especially Lady Perry, who treated her like her own daughter!
She stayed like that for what felt like forever, bent over and shivering. Then, suddenly, she noticed a pair of shiny black leather shoes right in front of her.
The rain had stopped falling on her head. Instead, a gentle shield of dryness covered her. It was an umbrella. Slowly, Abigail lifted her head, her wet hair sticking to her face, and looked up to see who was standing there. She frowned " You?"
