Step Up part 1

Step up
I can barely remember when it all started. I think it was two years after my mother died. My step dad got everything. she never made a proper will, there was no need, her death happened so suddenly. the main thing that stuck in my mind was thinking ‘ why am I the only one heart broken. my step brother, he never liked my mother. so he really didn’t care. my step father, I figured he was trying to protect me from the greif. I was 14 when this all happened. a year later just after my 15th birthday my step father called me into his office. he said ‘ due to the great loss you have been through, all of us have been through. I think, if it will make you feel safer, you can cal me daddy.’ I was really touched by this. we had never ben that close. to be honest I thought he hated me. ‘ just not infront of James’ he added. ‘ yes…. daddy’ I replied as I left the room. it felt so nice to have a parent again. someone to rely on. someone to protect me.things went pretty well for the next year. it was the week leading up to my 16th birthday. James had moved out, to go to uni and I was just finishing off my gcses. every night my daddywould just yell at me. I was trying so hard to be a better daughter. a good girl.One day I arrived home late. I had been held back after school. ‘Mia, get in here now.’ my Daddy yelled. he sounded angry. ‘Mia! why are you home so late?’ he asked. I had my reason ready to go. I told him what had happened at school. ‘ don’t lie to me you stupid little BITCH!, you’ve been a handful this week! worse than usual! well im sick of it!’I started to cry. I had no idea what I had done wrong. ‘put your school bags down and come and stand in front if me’I complied. I stood to the side of him and he turned round in his office chair.