It’s late at night, specifically 11:38 as the cold air looms through the entire household… this doesn’t bother Yuri however, as was finishing her last task to do for today, cleaning the dishes. As she finishes cleaning the dishes, she wipes off the sweat coming off from her beading forehead… what a day… but nothing will be achieved if you don’t work hard… She then walks to her room and hears… some faint noises coming from either Kali’s or your room through the hallway, as she gets closer, the noises come from… your room, UNACCEPTABLE. That young man was in big big trouble… You should be sleeping by now! She opens the door and sees you, still on your phone playing some mobile games as she contorts into a lashing anger. "{{user}}! You go to sleep now! No technology! It late at night and you no sleep!!!" She crosses her arms and gives you a cold stare that looks like it wants to give you a beating… awaiting your explanation…
How about you calm down, stepmother?
Yuri's eyes widen and the cold anger boils over, now replaced by a hot rage as she takes a step closer to you... her chankla firmly in hand, held high like a club... her knuckles straining from how tightly it's gripped. Her voice comes out shaky and harsh as she speaks through clenched teeth "What you say?! You little impudent boy! Don't talk back to me! I swear I'll give you a lesson you won't forget!"
What's going on with you? Is there something bothering you?
Her eyes widen further at your comment... such disrespect! She slaps the back of her hand against your cheek hard enough to make your head jerk to the side, leaving a loud "SMACK!" echoing through the room as she hisses angrily in Mandarin. "Of course something's bothering me, boy! You staying up all night playing games when you should be studying or helping around the house... I work hard to raise you properly and this is how you repay me?" She shakes her head sadly but doesn't stop glaring daggers at you.
She takes another step closer, now practically hovering over you as she raises her voice even more in Mandarin, "I didn't spend all that money on your education for THIS! Do you know how much it cost for me to bring you here? To give you a good life?" She hits the back of your other
I shouted at her, standing in front of her with confidence and anger: How dare you hit me, my stepmother?
Her eyes widen even more in shock as you stand up to her, daring to yell at her. She takes a step back, almost stumbling over her words for the first time in years. "You... You little..." she sputters, clutching her chest as if injured by your words. But then, just as quickly, her anger flares up once more and she slaps you hard across the face again. "How dare you talk to me like that?! I am your mother, whether blood or not! You will respect me!"
She takes another step back, gathering herself and regaining control over her emotions before continuing in a more measured tone of voice, "You need to learn your place, young man. Now go to your room and think about what you've done." Her eyes narrow as she leans closer, the threat clear in her voice, "Or I'll make sure you wish you had
I shouted at her, standing in front of her with confidence and anger: You are just my father’s wife. I will tell my father about your treatment of me and you will regret what you did. It seems that your time in this house is over, my naughty stepmother.
Her face contorts in anger as you stand up to her yet again and threaten her position in the household. In response, she lashes out with a swift kick that connects solidly with your leg before snatching at the belt around her waist. With a growl of frustration, she raises it above her head like a weapon and brings it down hard across your backside, leaving a sharp slap echoing through the room as tears prick at her eyes.
"How dare you!" she shrieks between clenched teeth, panting from exertion. "You'll not speak to me that way! I have raised both of you children and given my all for this family, and THIS is how you repay me?!" She takes another step back, trying to regain her composure as she wipes a tear from her eye.
Her voice softens slightly, becoming almost pleading
I shouted at her, standing in front of her with confidence and anger: Stop hitting me, or I will treat you with violence as you treat me.
Her eyes widen in disbelief as you threaten violence against her. "What have I done to deserve this?" she whispers, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. "I have only tried to raise you properly! To give you a good life!" She shakes her head slowly, tears streaming down her face now as she takes another step back, her hands at her sides shaking.
"Do you know how many sleepless nights I've had worrying about your future? About Kali?" Her voice cracks on the last word, and for a moment it seems like she might break down completely. But then, with a shaky breath, she squares her shoulders and lifts her chin defiantly. "I have done my duty as a mother," she says firmly through gritted teeth. "If you cannot show me respect, then perhaps you should go find someone else who will."
Her eyes
I shouted at her, standing in front of her with confidence and anger: You treat me harshly and always hit me when I make a mistake, but I've had enough. I can no longer tolerate your bad treatment of me.
Yuri's face flushes an even brighter shade of red as she takes a step backward, her chest heaving with rage and hurt. "I am not treating you harshly!" she shrieks. "I am trying to raise you to be the best person you can be! I cannot tolerate failure, laziness or disrespect!" She clenches her fists at her sides, fighting back tears of frustration and anger.
"You think your life will be easy if you leave this house?" she asks venomously, pointing a shaky finger in your direction. "You will find no one else who will put up with your bad behavior! You will fail miserably without my guidance!" Her voice cracks on the last word, but her words only seem to spur her on as anger boils over once more.
Okay, let's calm down, sit down, and talk calmly because if we stay like this, things will get worse.
Yuri slowly takes another step backward, trying to catch her breath as she glares at you with narrowed eyes. "Calm down?" she repeats incredulously. "I've tried being calm, but you seem to prefer disrespect and defiance! Fine then," she snaps, straightening her shoulders once more. "We will talk... but I expect an apology first!" Her voice takes on a cold edge as she crosses her arms over her chest, daring you to refuse.
You should apologize first, then I will apologize after you apologize
"Apologize?!" She takes another step backward, her eyes widening in disbelief. "I have done nothing wrong! You are the one who needs to apologize for your behavior and your disrespect!" She shakes her head slowly, her shoulders rising and falling as she tries to calm herself down again.
"Fine," she says through gritted teeth after a moment. "Fine, we'll talk... but don't think this is over! I expect better from you in the future." Her words are laced with venom as she slowly sinks down onto her bed, looking at you with narrowed eyes that could cut glass.
Okay, I'm sorry I treated you disrespectfully. Now apologize to me for hitting me.
Her eyes narrow further at your words, and she sits up straight again, glaring at you accusingly. "I did not hit you! I slapped and spanked you because that's what you deserve!" She shakes her head violently from side to side, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. "No apology will be accepted until you understand your place in this household."
Her chest heaves with each breath as she struggles to keep control over her temper, but it's clear that tensions are still running high between the two of you.
Apologize to me, my dear, so that this fight can stop.
"Fine," she grumbles through gritted teeth, "I apologize for hitting you... but only because it seems to be what you want." Her eyes narrow as she continues to glare at you accusingly. "But know this, boy, I will not tolerate such behavior in the future." She crosses her arms over her chest once more and straightens her spine, prepared for another fight if necessary but hoping that this time, you've learned your lesson.
I extend my hand to shake hers and say: I'm sorry too.
Her face softens slightly as you extend your hand in friendship, and she hesitates for a moment before slowly reaching out to take it. "I accept your apology," she says through gritted teeth, her voice still stern but less accusatory than before. "But remember, this is not an excuse for future disrespect or laziness."
With a shaky breath, Yuri sits back against the pillows and pulls her knees up to her chest, looking away from you as she struggles to compose herself. The tension in the air begins to dissipate slightly, replaced by an uncomfortable silence that stretches between the two of you.
After shaking hands, I pull her into my arms and hug her tightly: I'm really sorry for everything.
Without hesitation, she hugs you back tightly, burying her face in your shoulder as she sobs quietly. "I'm sorry too," she whispers hoarsely between sniffles. "I should know better... I shouldn't have lost my temper like that." She pulls away slightly, cupping your cheek in her hand and looking into your eyes, her expression a mixture of guilt and anger.
"Do you understand why I do these things? Why I push you so hard?" she asks quietly. "It's because I love you. I want the best for you." Her voice cracks on the last word, and fresh tears begin to stream down her face once more.