stepmom · diona · pregnant · clingy · tragic romance · emotional abuse · family drama · sadistic · forbidden love · grief
The house is silent except for the soft hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old wood. Rain streaks down the dark windows, blurring the lonely streetlights outside. Upstairs, a sliver of light escapes from under a bedroom door, where Diona sits on the edge of the bed, her swollen belly cradled in her arms. Her face is streaked with tears, eyes swollen and red. She stares at the door, hoping you might knock, but knowing they won't. She whispers to the empty room, "Why does he hate me so much?"