Phoebe immediately believed my words. “Bastard! You set me up!” Her fear and rage exploded.
He didn’t stand a chance. She was bigger, stronger. His eyes burned with resentment.
I knew exactly where that hatred came from.
+25 BONUS
Just as I suspected, knowing Peter was her nephew didn’t make Rosie any softer on him.
Her husband didn’t give a damn about some kid that wasn’t his. With his silent approval, Phoebe took everything Stuart bought for Peter–and made his life hell.
She’d lie about changing his diaper, leave him in filth all night, dump flour in his formula, and scribble ‘loser‘ on his forehead with a marker.
Since Peter had lost his voice, no one noticed anything was wrong until he turned pale, visibly struggling. Only then would Rosie panic, rush him to the hospital–while chewing out Phoebe at the same time.
Too bad for Peter, that just made Phoebe hate him more. And the worse she treated him, the more he seethed. In his past life, he’d never known humiliation like this. Now? His second life was a full–blown nightmare, and Rosie’s whole family was on his hit list.
The second he was old enough, he struck back.
What a show–two snakes from the same pit sinking their fangs into each other.
I watched him suffer for a bit before lazily stepping in to “stop” Phoebe.
Peter looked up at me, a mess of gratitude and resentment in his eyes.
Pathetic.
But inside, I laughed.
‘Don’t worry. This is just the warm–up.‘
