My Sweet Revenge: I Fed My Toxic Family to the Wolves

Ever since my brother was born, the mother who used to cherish me changed completely.

She abused me daily, both physically and verbally. Even when my brother set me up to be assaulted, she blamed me.

I thought she was just playing favorites. I believed that if I worked hard to please her, she would love me as much as she loved my brother.

It wasnt until a near-fatal car accident that I discovered the truth. She wasn't my real mothershe was the mistress who had stolen my mother's place.

And my biological mother? She was murdered, her death plotted by this woman and my father.

Yet, for eighteen years, I had called my mother's killer "Mom."

I was at an abandoned construction site on the outskirts of town, swinging a hoe into the frozen earth.

I didn't know how long I had been digging, or how many spots I had tried. My hands were covered in bloody blisters.

Finally, as the New Year's Eve fireworks lit up the night sky, their brilliant colors reflecting on the snow, I saw ita small piece of human bone.

It belonged to my biological mother. She was a tragic woman, murdered and dismembered eighteen years ago by her own husband and her twin sister.

I dropped the hoe, terrified of breaking her bones. I began clawing at the dirt with my bare hands.

I was afraid of breaking or damaging her. As I dug, I whispered,

"I told you I'd find you."

I pulled the bone out and cradled it in my chest, then kept digging around it.

I lost track of time. The snow was freezing, but all I wanted was to piece my mother back together.

As morning broke, a crowd started to gather around me.

Some tried to pull me away, but they shrank back when they saw the manic, bloodshot look in my eyes.

"What is that girl digging for? Why is she holding bones?"

"Is she crazy? Its New Year's Day. Where is her family? How tragic."

"Wait, call the cops! Those are human bones!"

"No way, human bones don't look like"

Before the woman could finish her sentence, I unearthed a skull. I pulled it close and gently rubbed my forehead against it.

"Ahhhh!"

"A dead body! There's a dead body!"

Soon, police cruisers surrounded me, sirens blaring and red-and-blue lights flashing.

The noise irritated me. When the officers questioned me, I answered calmly,

"I just want to find all of my mother."

I tried to move to the next spot, but several female officers pinned me down.

During the struggle, my mother's bones scattered across the snow. My mind snapped.

Tears poured down my face, and I screamed like a wild animal.

"Let me go!"

"Let me go!"

They didn't let go. Instead, they held me tighter.

"Trust us! We are the police! We will help you!"

I stopped fighting. Just as they sighed in relief, I burst into hysterical laughter.

"Trust you? I told you guys years ago that my mother was buried here!"

"But you didn't believe me! None of you believed me!"

My voice cracked, and my head felt like it was tearing apart. I lost all grip on reality.

I was like a rabid dog, wanting to bite anyone who stood in my way.

It wasn't until the paramedics arrived and injected me with a sedative that the world finally went black.

I woke up in a hospital bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

A few detectives walked in, wanting to ask some questions.

I didn't object. I nodded and sat up.

The lead investigator was an older man. I recognized himDetective Miller.

He pulled up a chair and sat next to my bed, his tone surprisingly gentle.

"How did you know that was your mother?"

I replied flatly,

"The killers told me. They said I would never find her. They said they chopped her into pieces and scattered them around the abandoned site."

He asked,

"Who are the killers?"

I replied,

"My biological father and my stepmother."

He froze.

"Where are they now?"

I smiled.

"Probably up in the mountains. But you won't be able to find them anymore."

He frowned, a dark look crossing his face.

"Why?"

My smile widened.

"They went for a trip to our mountain cabin a few days ago and ran into a pack of wolves."

"By now, theyve probably been turned into wolf droppings."

I couldn't help but chuckle as I said it.

Honestly, even that was too good for those monsters. They didn't deserve to be even animal waste.

Detective Millers expression hardened. He leaned in, his eyes sharp.

"You set them up, didn't you?"

I feigned panic for a brief moment, letting him think his suspicion was correct. Then, my expression shifted into a cold sneer.

"What are you talking about, Detective? The local sheriff already ruled it a tragic accident."

"You need evidence to accuse me of a crime."

No matter how hard he pressed, I just kept smiling and giving the same answer:

"I don't know."

Frustrated, Detective Miller stood up.

"Justice always catches up. Don't think you can get away with this."

He left with his team.

I found his words hilarious. If justice really existed, why did I have to call my mother's killer "Mom" for eighteen years?

Honestly, I had my dear brother to thank for all of this.

If he hadn't tried to have me assaulted, I would have been kept in the dark forever.

It happened about six months ago.

I had just finished my part-time shift. To save a few bucks, I decided to walk home.

I thought it would be a quiet night, like any other. But as I neared our house, a group of thugs intercepted me.

They covered my mouth and dragged me deep into a dark alley.

"This is Chloe," a familiar voice said. "Can I use her to pay off my debt?"

"As long as you wipe out the two thousand dollars I owe you, you can do whatever you want with her!"

It was my brother, Luke. He was bowing and scraping before the thugs, his face twisted in a pathetic, sycophantic grin.

His words made my blood run cold. He had set this up.

One of the thugs, a guy with green hair, stared at my body with filthy greed.

He looked at Luke and smirked.

"You sure about this, Luke? You'll have to take the fall if things go sideways."

I huddled in the corner, clutching my chest, too terrified to speak.

I kept shaking my head at Luke, hoping against hope.

Even at that moment, I foolishly thought he might change his mind and save me.

But he barely glanced at me. He just nodded eagerly to the thugs and even reassured them:

"Don't worry. Even if you kill her, my parents won't care."

With that, my last shred of hope shattered.

The thugs closed in on me. Panic broke through my silence, and I screamed.

"No! Stay back!"

"I'll pay his debt! Just give me some time, please!"

But the men just laughed mockingly.

"Who cares about a lousy two grand? Besides, we've never had a girl this pretty."

"Blame your brother. He's the one who traded you."

Luke had already sneaked away. These men were big and strong, and I was small and powerless.

I fell to my knees, begging them, banging my forehead against the concrete.

"Please, don't do this! This is illegal!"

But beasts have no mercy. My begging only made them more excited.

In desperation, I grabbed a handful of gravel from the ground and threw it straight into their eyes.

While they screamed in pain, I scrambled to my feet and ran out of the alley.

I was lucky. As soon as I burst onto the main street, I ran into a kind, middle-aged couple.

They shielded me, called the police, and kept the thugs away until help arrived.

Later, at the police station, I saw my parents rushing through the door.

All the trauma and tears welled up again. I thought my mother, Cassandra, would hold me and tell me everything was going to be okay.

But she didn't.

Instead, she marched up and slapped me hard across the face.

Then, she grabbed my hair and screamed:

"You little slut! You're out running wild and then you try to frame your brother?"

"I'll teach you a lesson!"

She swung her heavy designer purse at me, hitting me over and over. She didn't look like a mother protecting her child. She looked like she was trying to kill an enemy.

My mind went blank. I couldn't even fight back. I just stared at her in utter disbelief.

The police officers had to pull her off me and helped wipe the blood from my nose.

"Ma'am, calm down! Your daughter is the victim here!"

But Cassandra only got hysterical. She sat on the floor, fake-crying.

"She always stays out late! Who knows what cheap things she's doing out there?"

"She's always hated Luke. She probably set up this whole thing to ruin his life! My poor Luke was crying his eyes out!"

"What did I do to deserve such an evil child?"

Bystanders gathered, whispering and giving me dirty looks. They probably believed herthat I was a bad girl who had set up her own brother.

I looked at them and felt a cold, bitter amusement.

Outside, it was pouring. Driven by some wild impulse, I bolted out of the station into the rainy night.

I ran without a destination.

Rain mixed with my tears. The freezing cold numbed the pain in my heart.

Suddenly, a blinding flash of headlights hit my eyes, followed by the screech of brakes.