My Sad Life Part 2

My relationship with my step siblings had started becoming serious. Our parents knew about our hatred for each other but they really didn't sit us down and iron our issues out. To them they were in love but what about the two sets of children who were raised in different ways by different people are they really bonding?   Things became worse when my step siblings started taking the hatred to my mother. If my mother says anything in that house it will not be regarded because to them she was not their mother and was not the owner of the house. My mother was an Account at the council but my step dad's children saw her to be useless in that house and only their father was helping. It reached an extent where my step dad would know about his children disrespecting my mother and he will not even tell them anything or control them so this led to them thinking their father was in support of them and also made them be like the second in command of that house. That's one thing I hated about my step dad to him his children are never wrong so if any problem is reported he will not deal with them in any way.  It reached an extent where if my mum says we are eating this my step siblings would refuse and say no we eating chicken and for sure they will cook chicken and finish it. I cried to see my mother suffer like that in her marriage. Was marriage all about enduring serious problems? Was marriage all about making yourself cry because your husband won't stand up for you? I don't even know why my mother was still with step dad because clearly she was hurting through out her marriage. I really wanted to help my mother but I was not working by then I had just completed my grade 12. Among my brothers only one was working but the salary couldn't even afford us to rent a house but again would mum accept those were the questions.
One day my step siblings plus some of Dads relatives formed a pact and came to chase my mother and I from their supposed fathers house they packed her clothes and threw them outside with no shame at all and my step Dad was literally just standing there not doing anything. I couldn't believe my eyes. My mum was called names and accused of bewitching my step dad saying that's why he was behaving weired as he was put in a bottle. So where do we go now that we are chased? Our lives had now turned into a nightmare.

To be continued