My Stepmother Bought Me The Worst Dress She Could Find For Prom—But By The End Of The Night, She Was Crying And Begging Me To Take It Off

that was supposed to fix what had been broken.

But instead, she changed the shape of everything.

Within four months, she moved into our home.

And with her came her daughter, Brianna.

Same age as me.

Same school.

Same world.

But from the beginning, nothing about how they treated me felt equal.

It was polite at first.

Controlled.

Carefully wrapped cruelty.

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