I Wrote Don’t Hit Me On My Forehead, But I Am A Boxer Chapter 1

On the first day I returned to the wealthy Montgomery estate as their long-lost biological daughter, I wrote three words across my forehead with a black marker: DON'T HIT ME.

The fake daughter, Tiffany, burst into hysterical laughter on the spot. Clad in a studded punk jacket, she made a ridiculous face at me. "I thought our long-lost sister would be some kind of tough girl, but you're just a pathetic little coward!"

"Seriously, what a loser!" She chewed her bubblegum loudly, leaned over, and spat it directly into my hair.

I bit my lower lip tightly, my eyes brimming with tears, but I didn't utter a single sound.

My biological older brother, Brandon, sneered in satisfaction. "At least you know your place. The Montgomerys aren't people you want to mess with."

My biological parents looked at me with open disgust. "Look at her, weak and useless. How does she carry an ounce of Montgomery blood? I genuinely suspect Tiffany is our real daughter."

Our very first family reunion ended in cold mockery and utter disdain.

After everyone left, I sat alone in the vast, freezing living room, clutching my deceased adoptive mother's framed portrait to my chest. Tears dripped onto the glass frame.

"Mama... they don't seem to like Maddy very much."

"But don't worry, Mama. Maddy warned them nicely. As long as they don't hit Maddy first, Maddy won't hit them back. Maddy is the sweetest boxer in the world."

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I wept over Mama's portrait for a long time before gently placing it back into my backpack.

Inside the bag was an insulated stainless steel thermos that Mama had prepared for me before she passed away. It was packed with warm, soft-boiled eggs, my absolute favorite.

I unscrewed the lid, feeling the gentle heat radiating from inside.

Taking one out, I carefully rolled the warm egg over my swollen eyes. Back at the underground fighting ring, I used to see injured boxers soothe their bruises like this. Sure enough, the swelling around my eyes subsided quickly.

Afraid the eggs would get cold, I hurriedly placed it back inside. I couldn't bring myself to eat even a single one.

As I sat there cradling the thermos, Tiffany walked down the grand staircase, puffing on a thin cigarette.

The moment I saw her, my eyes lit up with genuine hope.

"Sister!"

I rushed over, holding up the thermos and opening the lid right in front of her face. I forced the sweetest, brightest smile I could muster.

"Sister, have an egg!"

I beamed at her. "My mama, I mean, my adoptive mother, boiled these for me before I came here. They're soft-boiled!"

"Maddy loves soft-boiled eggs the most. I know you'll love them too!"

Mama always told me that good things must be shared with family. I remembered every single word she taught me.

If I shared my very best thing with my sister, she would treat me like real family, right?

Yet, just as I looked up at her with big, expectant eyes, Tiffany raised her hand and slapped the thermos away. "Get lost, freak!"

The stainless steel thermos tumbled down the marble stairs, shattering into pieces.

My heart felt as if it shattered right alongside it.

The soft-boiled eggs bounced down the steps, their warm yolks breaking and spilling everywhere.

"Maddy's eggs!"

I scrambled down the stairs like a madwoman, picking up the ruined eggs. Sharp metal fragments from the thermos sliced into my fingers, but I didn't even feel the pain.

Tiffany put out her cigarette butt, casually flicking the hot ash right onto my broken eggs. "Are you mentally deficient?"

"What disgusting garbage. Dogs wouldn't even eat this trash!"

She walked past me, her sharp high heels stepping directly onto the egg yolks, stomping them into a muddy, unrecognizable mess.

I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer. Tears flooded my vision.

Before walking away, she glared down at me with venom. "And stop playing dumb in front of me. You think acting cute makes Mom and Dad like you and hate me?"

I shook my head frantically, trying to explain that I had no such intentions.

Tiffany didn't buy a word. She let out a cold, sinister laugh. "Then prove it to me."

She pointed her long nails at the blackened, stomped egg yolk on the floor. "Kneel down and eat every bite off the floor. Then I'll believe you."

I froze.

"Sister... the eggs are dirty..." I whispered timidly.

Tiffany's face twisted in rage. She raised her palm to strike me, but right before the slap landed, my biological brother Brandon appeared and caught her wrist.

"Tiffany! What are you doing?!"

He paused, glancing at Tiffany's shocked expression. Then he turned to me, walking over with a smooth, gentle smile as he patted my head. "Silly girl, these eggs were left for you by your adoptive mother, weren't they?"

I nodded vigorously.

His smile widened, turning far more twisted than Tiffany's. "Then you must eat them all. Otherwise, your dead mother up in heaven will be very angry with you."

My heart skipped a terrifying beat.

Without a second thought, I reached down, scooped up the dirty, ash-covered egg yolk from the floor, and shoved it into my mouth.

"Mama, don't be mad... please don't be mad..."

"Maddy didn't mean to hurt Mama's feelings..."

As I chewed the bitter, dirty egg, tears streamed down my face in heavy rivers.

Mama, you lied to me. You said they would treat me like family. But they hate me so much.