Episode 1
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Here is the first episode of this story
The sound of shattered glass rang through the air like a gunshot, freezing me in place. My father's voice followed, a low rumble of barely-contained fury.
I took a deep breath, steeling myself against the oncoming storm. My hand trembled as I turned the doorknob, pushing open the door to the living room. Shards of broken glass littered the floor, remnants of what used to be a vase. My mother stood off to the side, her arms crossed, face impassive.
Katarina Garcia, my mother, was always the same. Cold. Detached. She never lifted a finger against me, but she never stopped my father either. She watched everything unfold with the same distant gaze, as if it were happening to someone else.
My father, Jose Garcia, loomed over me, his dark eyes blazing with anger.
Jose
Look what you did, you clumsy idiot!
He took a step closer, and I instinctively flinched.
Jose
You're always causing trouble.
I mumbled, my voice barely above a whisper.
Jose
Sorry doesn't fix anything.
His hand shot out, grabbing my arm in a vice-like grip. I winced but didn't make a sound. I learned long ago that making noise only made things worse.
He ordered, shoving me towards the broken vase. I stumbled but managed to stay on my feet, crouching down to pick up the pieces. My fingers shook, and I could feel my father's gaze burning into my back.
My brother, Marco, stood in the doorway, watching with an expression that was almost sorrowful. But he didn't move to help. He never did. I didn't blame him. Not really. He was just as trapped as I was, in his own way.
I worked quickly, my mind numb, focusing on the task at hand. Anything to distract myself from the reality of my situation. I could feel the weight of their expectations pressing down on me, the constant reminder that I would never be good enough.
As I swept up the last of the glass, my father sighed, a sound filled with disgust.
He muttered, turning away. My mother followed him out of the room without a word.
I was left alone in the aftermath, the silence oppressive. I stood up slowly, my knees aching. Marco had disappeared too, slipping away quietly as he always did.
I made my way to my room, closing the door behind me. It wasn't much of a refuge, but it was the only place I could be alone. I sank down on the bed, wrapping my arms around myself. The tears came then, silent and unstoppable.
I knew I couldn't stay here forever. I had to get out. But for now, all I could do was endure. One day, I promised myself. One day, I'll be free.
For now, I was trapped in this house of broken dreams and unspoken sorrows. But I still had hope. And sometimes, that was enough to keep me going.
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