I HIT HIS SHOULDER AND ALL OF THEM GASPED, "Hah, it feels good. You remember when you beat me up with this until I fell unconscious? All after you got mad because you weren't able to murder me with Aaron and Beatrice?"
"Murder?" Choi Da-hee gasped behind me, and when I turned around, I saw her, her three siblings, and Choi Jung-won staring at me in chock.
"I-It's not what you think!" Mother gasped.
A vicious grin took over my lips, "What? You think I'm lying too? Because my parents say that until now. Every time I almost died because of her children, she always blamed on me. Her and father," I turned the baton to them, angry. "Even when they knew Aaron, Beatrice, and Cameron had killing intentions, they always fucking blame on me."
I hit the baton with all my strength on the glass table and it broke, then I threw it aside and clenched my fists. Trying to control the storm of emotions inside of me.
"For the last time. I am not your fucking babysitter. Do not misunderstand your positions. I despise each one of you, and I would break all of the bones in your body if I could go unpunished out of it," walking to them, I held Beatrice by the hair and she squeaked, clenching her nails on my wrist. "You are a bitch, you know that? A fucking miserable bitch. If your kids would get sad about it, I would beat you up in the same way you beat me up countless of times," I groaned.
"My love," grandpa Christian called me carefully. "You aren't like this. You never lose control. What happened?"
I ignored him.
"No sense of responsibilities," I exclaimed bitterly. "Is that what you all said to the kids? Treating me like a fucking child who has no work, no responsibilities, no life of my own," I tightened my grip on her hair and when Jon-Jon tried to get to me, I kicked him so hard that he felt down. "My patient has limits and you just crossed that line."
"Daughter…" father tried.
I flinched, "Don't. Do not call me that when you don't mean it. You never saw me as your daughter. Neither of you did. You never cared about me, and neither did you ever paid attention to anything regarding me. You don't fucking know me. I hate to love you, but you were never a father to me. The times I needed the most you were never there for me, so don't you fucking there."
"Stop this madness, Elizabeth-Freya!" Mom yelled.
"Why? Why should I? Because your bosses are getting a glimpse through the fake curtain you put up in this family? I've had enough. You never loved me, but you loved to use my IQ, intelligence, personal achievements, and skills to heighten your reputation. I'm not your fucking toy and I'll never be. I do not depend on you and I never will. I do not need you anymore, and when I need, you didn't give a shit!"
"I told you she was an attention-seeker," Aaron exclaimed glaring at me. "Jealous and envious. She's vicious!"
"Was it me that cornered my 9-year-old sister on a frozen lake, when I knew she had no idea of how to swim, and used a baseball bat to break the ice where she was standing until she fall on the freezing water with an ice-skating gear that was weighting her down. Letting her drown to death while I just stared delightful at her despair and terror?" I threw Beatrice aside and walked to him. "Was it me who beat my 9 year old sister up with a baseball bat until she broke three ribs and the arms she used to write with, just because I was disgusted by how she was the only left-hand in the family?"
His eyes widened, "Stop that bullshit!"
"Why? Will you try using the others' emotions to your gain and make them believe I'm to blame again?"
"Why are you doing this?" Iris screamed.
I gave her a wicked grin, "Why not? You are the ones who used all you could to make me come here," them I turned to my mother. "I wasn't going to say anything, but did you really think I would notice how both all solar panels and the power generators were all damaged? And by that I mean, damaged by the hands of a human. Sabotaged. Come on, mother. You think I, of all people, wouldn't notice the difference between sabotage and the damage caused by a lighting or thunder?"
"T-that's not what you think. It was accidental!"
That made me chuckle. "Accidental? How in the 7 rings of hell, did 30 solar panels got accidentally hit by a bat, and 7 power generators were internally hit with not only a bat but water and alcohol? Don't underestimate me. I'm the one who build them, I know what happened."
Father groaned, "If you knew, then why are you still fixing them?"
Oh? "Because I'm stupid," the bitterness in my voice caught everyone, even my grandparents, off guard. "A part of me wanted to be of some help to my birth parents. I'm the only one who can fix them, I purposely made it that way for you to be dependent on me. But mainly because I some part of me still craved to help you!"
Taking another vase of the table, I threw it down, to relived my anger. They all gasped in shock.
"Because I love working way more than I should and I took that as reason to work even more. Whatever the real reason was, it all comes to one sentence. It was thanks to my stupidity. I have nothing on this family, and I will not be letting any of you try to control me. I'm not your damned marionette. You have no real power over me, and even if you are my birth parents and I love you, I'll never let you prey on me just because of my wealthy. Because I know very well what a bunch of parasites you are!"
Beatrice scoffed, red with anger, "All of this because we asked you to go out with our kids!"
"No. You didn't ask. You ordered the kids to get ready to go out with me, badmouthed me to them, and did not even tell me about it beforehand. Treating me like your babysitter. Like you have the ability to order me around, when you do not," I passed my hand through my hair. "If you didn't want to take care of your own children, you shouldn't have fucking without a condom and let that stupid asshole come inside you, Beatrice!"
She turned redder than ever, "How dare you!"
"Hah… I pity you. All of you. You are miserable and have no legacy alone. It would be sad if it wasn't amusing."
Cameron got up, "That's enough!"
"No. It's not enough, you little son of a bitch. I didn't forget how I almost died of hypothermia five times because of you!" I clenched my fists so hard that I felt my nails tearing the skin of my palms. "You and your horrible habit of waking me up on winter with a bucket of freezing water full of ice. Even though you knew my healthy was never the best!" I turned to Beatrice, "Or the time you bested me to oblivion with a hockey…"
"Stop!" She yelled and jumped on me, but I easily threw her aside.
"Tsk. Get off me, you fucking snake."
"Don't talk like that to your sister!" Mom yelled.
I scoffed, "Oh? Of course, mommy. Because your golden daughter can try to kill me as many times as she want. She can humiliate me whenever she feels like it. She can scream at my face that I'm not worthy anything in this world… but what throws you off is when I call her a snake. Very reasonable, mommy. Very mature. Very mother-like of you. Very responsible with your children. Oh, you are such a good mother!"
"My love, that's enough," grandma Scarlett called me. "There's a limit for everything. A time."
"Limit my ass," I groaned and looked at all of their faces. "Fuck. I'm ashamed of sharing blood with you. All I ever wanted was to be born in another fucking family. You all make me sick."
"You are hiring your palms, my love," grandma said.
"Fuck that. I don't care. No one cares," kicking the chair near me far away, I let out an angry scream. "Ugh, I hate this," when I turned around, Choi Jung-won and his family were all staring at me in the purest disbelief. "You were right, Choi Jung-won. I'm not worthy anything. I'm a piece of shit, who is extremely hard to love. Seems like you have that in common with my family!" I bowed to his uncle and aunties. "Sorry for this. I lost my composure!"
"It's okay, dear," Choi Da-hee exclaimed.
I cursed, "No. It's not okay. None of this is or was ever okay. I'm just sorry you witnessed such a rare sight of me. Regardless, I do not regret it one bit. Only that I could not beat them as much as I wanted to."
Then I stormed out of there, kicking down the door on my way. In a minute I was back in the lake house, then I got my Harley keys and left that damned place.