I think I should tell you about my family before I continue with the story.
My so-called mother's name is Grace Hope Summers. She's British. She's my step mother. I loved her earlier when I was a child because she was a lovely woman back then but now she's a total bitch. There are two main reasons why I hate her. 1. She abused me a lot physically when I was 13 and stopped some 2 years later when I started hitting her back. She abused me because she wanted all the attention of my father on Lottie, her daughter. But I was the center of attraction of my father because he says I remind him of my real mother. 2. She tried to marry me off to some rich guy in Switzerland when I was 18 but thanks to my Dad. He saved me. To stay away from her and still be close to my Father, I persuaded mine and Emma's father to buy us a house on the oppposite street.
My Father's name is Ryan Edward Summers. My father is the best father in the world. Emma's father says that my father was a hottie and he still is but he's kinda old now. My father never believed me when I told him that his so-called wife abused me because he never was home. He was traveling around the world all the time to establish his business in his few favorite countries. And Grace is always sweet to me, or should I say extra sweet when Dad is around but she's a total bitch in reality.
I have a step sister named Lottie Cheyenne Summers. She's a total sweetheart. I hated her when she was born because she grabbed most of the attention of my father and I love being the center of attraction of my father. But as Lottie grew up, I realised I could have a friend in this house. All I can say about Lottie is that I just love her.
I also have a step brother, Luke Bernard Summers. I don't know why my father put so much effort is naming him. He's a shame to our family. He is an asshole, pain in the ass, et cetera. He's 24 but doesn't know how to be respectful. His own mother had sent him to London when he was 19 to her brother so he can learn some manners.
Also, there's a history of the different mothers that we three have.
My father's first wife was Grace. My father married her when he was 19 and 10 months after they had married each other, Grace gave birth to Luke. A year after Luke was born, Grace's father was nearing his death and wanted his daughter to visit him in Austria for the last time. Grace's father told her to divorce my father since he didn't like the fact that he had taken away his daughter from him at the young age of seventeen. So Grace divorced my father and my father was left heartbroken with his only child taken away from him.
A year later, my father met my mother Rose Williams. They fell in love, married each other and Mom gave birth to me 2 years later. Mom died while giving birth to me so I never really got to see her.
After my mother died, a few years later, Grace and Dad met again and married again and Grace gave birth to Lottie.
So that's the epic story of my family. :)
