My Mother Fucking Stepbrothers

Chapter Sixty Six

I hear shuffling as my eyes are closed, I sit up to see a figure in the dark sliding their hands under my covers.

His hand brushes past my leg and I instantly scream.

A hand covers my mouth making my screams muffled. I quickly fumble around touching my lamp trying to turn it on.

The figure turns the lamp on himself.

It's Damon...

Wait! How did I even get in bed?

My eyes grow wide and I push his hand away from my mouth.

"What are you doing?" I ask annoyed.

He pulls out something from under my covers.

Huh, it's a hot water bottle.

"I was just giving you a hot water bottle, it's kind of cold in your room," he say's.

"Aren't you cold? If you don't want it I'll just use it myself," he say's as he gets up.

"Wait!...I want it," I say shyly.

He nods his head and slides the hot water bottle back under the covers. He lifts up my bare legs making me squeal and jump away from him.

"What are you doing? I'm just putting it under your legs. Your legs are cold," he say's annoyed and grabs my ankles pulling me back towards him.

Why does he think he can just grab me and throw me about?

Damon sits my legs on top of the hot water bottle and not going to lie it feels good.

I sigh with content.

"Okay you can go now," I say shooing him away with my hands.

But instead of listening to me he decides to do the opposite and sit on my bed.

This guy really doesn't care about people's privacy.

"So...are you okay?" He asks staring at me trying to read my face.

"You do know I still don't forgive you for how you treated me and that you left me there with Caleb," I say truthfully.

"I understand, but we were planning on coming to get you?" He say's and places his hand on my leg that's covered by my bed sheets.

I move his hand away "don't touch me," I say.

"I don't really want to talk about this, can you just go now," I say trying not to look at him.

"Did he actually do it?" He asks all of a sudden.

"What? What do you mean?" I ask shocked.

"Did he rape you when we left?" He asks.

My eyes go wide.

"Uh um no he-he didn't," I stutter.

He sighs in relief.

Tears roll down my cheeks as I picture how I was treated and how humiliating it was when Caleb sexually assaulted me in front of them.

"What's wrong?" He asks concerned.

"I told you I didn't want to talk about it!" I say angrily and more tears start to form.

He cups my face in his large hands as he wipes my tears away with his thumbs.

I push his hands away aggressively "stop touching me!" I shout.

I kneel on my knees and try my hardest to push him away.

The more I push the more he moves off my bed "get out. Get out of here!" I shout at him.

I go to push him again but he stands up and I fall off my bed. But before I could fall Damon catches me. He pulls me back on to my bed "woah, Watch yourself," he say's.

I hit his hands away "okay, okay I'm going, I'm leaving," he say's and walks out my room closing the door behind himself.

Gosh! Every time I see him I get so angry. I just want to punch his face...his perfect stupid face.

I wipe my tears away and roughly grab my covers pulling them up to my neck as I try to go back to sleep.