#CHAPTER 59: Rock Bottom

MILA I had only been at my parents’ house for a week and I already wanted to leave. I was responsible for all of the cleaning, yardwork, grocery shopping, and general errands, while Nadine insisted on ordering food every night instead of letting me cook. I was constantly sore, sweaty, and tired, and answered to my sister’s beck and call every waking moment. She took some sort of sadistic pleasure in bossing me around, never missing an opportunity to remind me of my failures in life. My family did not allow me to sit at the dinner table with them, rather, I had to sit in the kitchen by myself while I ate. Nadine found this endlessly funny, and would constantly mock my state of perpetual aloneness. The attic I was sleeping in was small and cramped, and I woke up every morning with a stuffy nose from all the dust that had formed over the years. My bed was not, actually, a real bed, rather, it was a chaise lounge from the pool that had a few cushions on it. To