Mom dragged home two greasy sausages from the gas station.She'd make my sister Bella and me draw

#revenge #redditstories #redditreadings #revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama Mom dragged home two greasy sausages from the gas station.She'd make my sister Bella and me draw straws to decide who got them.Every damn time I pulled the short straw and like clockwork,Bella pulled the long one, she got both sausages. If I dared to bitch about it,mom would huff, roll her eyes and bark.I bought this drawing kit specifically to keep things square so you wouldn't whine. I wanted to be fair,but rules are rules, Harper.It ain't my fault. Your luck sucks. This bullshit went on until my birthday. Bella wanted to go to six flags, and mom predictably made us draw straws to decide who got to pick the destination for the day. This time, I'd had enough. I secretly glued two short straws together with Super Glue, pretending I drawn the long one. Mom's hand connected with my face like a baseball bat, you cheating little shit, she screamed, her face twisting into pure, ugly rage. She grabbed Bella's hand and stormed out of the trailer, leaving me crumpled on the linoleum floor. The short plastic straw I'd been clutching had snapped and pierced straight into the side of my neck. Something hot and wet sprayed over my hair. I tried to wipe it away, but my limbs felt heavy. Then suddenly light as a feather. I watched the ceiling fade away as I floated upward. That's when it hit me. I was dead. Footsteps thumped outside my bedroom door. When I didn't open it, the doorknob rattled violently. Bulking won't save your ass, mom yelled through the wood. You had bad luck and pulled the short straw. Own it. God, you're growing up to be such a bitch giving me this attitude. Bella's voice whined from the hallway. Mom, come on, the park is gonna get crowded. Mom gave up on the door. I heard her snatch the car keys off the counter. We'll be out late. Don't expect us for dinner. There's a cold drumstick on the table. Eat that and don't say I'm not fair. Your sister hasn't had it either. This time, I ain't even making you draw for it. Consider it a handout. The fried chicken leg on the table was stale, leftover from yesterday's bucket. Mom had made us draw for it then, too. I got the short one. Obviously, I hadn't tasted meat in weeks. Yesterday when I reached for it, mom had slapped my hand so hard it swelled up instantly. Did you forget the damn rules, she'd screeched. Short straw loses. That chicken is Bella's. Touch it again and I'll break your fingers. But today she was graciously letting me have the scraps, except she forgot one thing, I was a ghost now. I tried to grab the chicken, but my hand passed right through it. A mangy stray cat with a torn ear squeezed through the open window, snatched the drumstick and hissed at me before bolting. I couldn't stop. It. I could only curl up in the corner of my filthy room sobbing without tears. I lost track of time before Dad, Mom and Bella came back. They looked disgusting, sweaty, loud and glowing with a happiness that made me sick. Mom, that giant stuffed unicorn is so fluffy. I love it. Can we get ice cream now, Bella chirped. Mom kissed her forehead, leaving a smudge of lipstick. Mommy's tapped out for cash, sweetie. Bella scoffed and pushed her away. Don't kiss me then. We haven't drawn straws for a kiss. What if Harper sees? She'll bitch about it being unfair again. He's probably rotting in her room crying right now. It is her birthday, I guess. Mom glanced at the table. The chicken bone was gone.