My Mother Fucking Stepbrothers

Chapter Sixty Eight

A while later Kimberly left with Jaxon, I jump off my bed slipping into my slippers making my way downstairs to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge I grab a bottle of water.

Leaping up the stairs I chug on my water.

God I'm so thirsty.

Just as I turn the corner I see Damon and his girlfriend Carmen fully making out and stripping each other of their clothes.

The water sitting in my mouth instantly bursts out spraying all over them.

Oh...my bad.

I look at them shocked as Carmen squeals in disgust.

Damon wipes his face with his large veiny hand, as Carmen is scowling at me.

"You stupid bitch!" She shouts at me and pushes me back.

Stumbling I fall to the floor and water bottle drops from my hand, luckily there wasn't much water left in it cause I didn't get the chance to screw the cap back on.

"Your always fucking up everything you slut!" She yells at me.

My blood starts to boil as soon as the word slut came out of her dirty mouth.

I push myself up from the floor and storm at her, suddenly Damon steps in front of Carmen protecting her from me.

"Move Damon!" I shout angrily.

"Don't you dare touch her," he say's defending Carmen.

I look at him in disbelief "Damon move!" I say again.

"Since you've annoyed me how about Damon and I go and make love in your bedroom," Carmen snaps at me as she sticks her head out from behind Damon.

"What?" I question confused.

"I heard you fucked Trey in Derek's bedroom. Didn't you? You little skank," She say's snickering.

I guess I did but still...

Carmen pulls Damon into my room, I quickly follow but they try to close the door on me.

Trying to pry the door open, more weight pushes against the door jamming my hand in between.

I Yelp in pain. "Oww my hand! My hands stuck!" I shout as tears stream down my face.

"Your hurting my hand. My hand!," I shout in pain.

Someone pushes against the door harder and I feel a bone crack causing me to break down as I drop to the floor crying.

The door slowly opens, only enough to remove my hand. My hand drops and they close the door locking it.

Holding my hand I rub it softly, hopefully it's nothing serious and it'll get better on its own.

Wiping my tears I hear moaning and screaming from my room.

I'm definitely not sleeping in there tonight.

I walk to the bathroom closing the door behind me. Putting the toilet lid down I sit on it as I examine my sore hand.

I try to move my fingers but instantly I feel pain. I decide to just stay in here for a while cause I don't want to bump into them again.

Thankfully I have my phone on me, I scroll through Instagram for a while and text Kimberly telling her about what happened.

The bathroom door opens, fuck did I forget to lock it "don't come in, I'm in the bathroom," I say but they don't listen.

Damon walks in closing the door behind him, I instantly stand up hiding my hand behind my back.

"What are you doing, you've been in here for over an hour now," he say's and glances down looking for my hand that's hiding behind me.

"Show me," he say's aggressively.

Breathing heavily "uh no. It's fine, I'm all good," I say stepping away from him.

I don't want to show him, what if he sees my hand and thinks I'm a weak so he'll just keep hurting me.

"I'm all good," I repeat with a fake smile on my face trying to hide that I'm scared of him.

"Show me," he repeats.

I gulp "it's really okay- there's nothing to see," I say as I try move around him to get to the door.

"Then why are you hiding it," he say's.

That's true, maybe if I show him and pretend I'm okay then he'll leave me alone.

I slowly take my hand out and place it in front of him.

"See it's fine," I say flashing him a smile.

He stares at me blankly as if he's not buying it.

Suddenly he grabs my hand softly but it feels as though he's squeezing so hard.

I scream in pain as I drop to the tiled floor while Damon still holds my hand.

"I thought you said your hand was fine," he say's annoyed.

"You know your not a very good liar. You were raising your eyebrows every time you were talking," he say's and squeezes my hand a little more.

"Ahhh, stop. Stop," I say in pain.

"Oh and by the way your room is a little messy and you might want to change your bed sheets," he say's with a small smile dancing on his lips.

That evil bastard!

I feel like I'm going to throw up.

He releases my hand,  I get up walking out of the bathroom.

Opening my bedroom door my jaw drops as I see my room in a complete mess, they're clothes of what they tore off each other is scattered all over my room
Including they're underwear.

I groan in annoyance.

So much for Damon might like me!

Fuck you kimberly!