My Stepfather

Twelve

This chapter is dedicated to AsiiyahBabehhx for being an absolute boob and its her seventeenth birthday! Love you bae xxx

Just as I walked up the stairs I heard the front door creak open. With that I silently crept the whole way up. I could hear her overjoyed voice and the sound of her lips against his. I squeezed my eyes shut. What had happened? How had I managed to let my guards down and let myself.... Have feelings for him? I winced at the thought. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had spent my whole life, hoping this wouldn't happen. I let out a gust of wind through my lips and ran a hand through my hair. I took a step towards my room when I heard her voice.

"What the hell happened to Beau today, God that girl is such an attention seeker, she even has to take my time while I'm at work!" I winced when she spat my name and a sense of sadness crawled into me when I heard the general hatred and disgust in her words.

"I don't know." He replied although his voice sounded rather strained, like his teeth were gritted and he was forcing his voice out. "I didn't bother checking after I got the call..." I walked off not wanting to hear anymore. At least he listened to me.

I walked into my room with a million thoughts racing around my mind and with each thought was a memory that was dragged by heavy weighted chains. I was tired. My mind was tired. My hands ran through my hair and tugged at it. "Stop thinking, stop thinking, stop f-cking thinking! Urhh!" I flung my arms out and grabbed the closest thing next to me, a vase and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter to a million peices, just like my feelings once did, just like my innocence once did, just like my life has done and just like my heart is doing. I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing.

My eyes snapped open and I walked towards my wardrobe grabbing a white tight dress that ended mid thigh. I grabbed a leather jacket with studs and spikes. I walked towards my mirror and teased and backcombed my hair at the top before hair spraying it. I added more makeup on making my eyes much darker. I walked back to my wardrobe and grabbed some suede black platform heels with spikes on the heels and ankle straps that crossed over. I strapped them on and grabbed some cash and my keys, shoving them in my jacket pocket. I walked down the stairs and walked out dragging the door with me but a foot stopped it.

I turned and saw him standing there, he looked me up and down before smirking and crossing his arms over his chest. "You look so sexy." I scoffed. I had to make myself hate him, I had to give him the cold shoulder.

"Your wh-re is waiting for you." I muttered before walking off. He grabbed my hand and spun me around. His smirk was replaced with a frown.

"Seriously, where are you going?" I yanked my arm off.

"Your not my f-cking dad. Out - that's where I'm going now leave me the f-ck alone before you get me into more sh-t." I spat, whisper yelling before I rushed off to my truck. I opened the door and drove off.

I rolled the windows down and lit a cigarette before roaring the engine to life and driving out of there.

I headed into town and towards my usual club, not the one I went to recently but the one I usually go to. I flashed my fake ID and stepped through the door I noticed many eyes of approval as my arms swung from my carless and confident walk but I wasn't here for that, well, yet. I went straight to the bar and called over the bartender. I wanted to be drunk, drunk to the point where I didn't remember my own name. I ordered up the strong shit and drowned in them. My throat burned slightly and the bitter after taste had me clearing my throat every two seconds. I saw the people around me and even the bartender give me a crazy look as shot after shot was poured into my mouth with no gaps. It was like a work out for my arms.

I had lost count but as I saw a blurry haze of glasses and no table space I knew I was drunk off my ass. I could feel it kick in. I sat on the stool. My body going numb. I closed my eyes and curled into myself letting my heart beat to the bass and the music blast in my ears.

I could feel myself swaying and soon the urge to dance had overwhelmed me to the point where I ran with my platform heels to the dancefloor and went crazy with my moves. I wasn't a bad dancer, I didn't look awkward in a club. I knew how to move, my body whines and grinding came naturally to the music and I knew how to get lost. Oh yeah, I was completely and utterly lost...