The Stepbrother

Chapter 2

The next morning, I awoke in his arms to him staring at me. The memories and pain came rushing back to me. 

"Good morning," he said, smiling.

I didn't respond but instead struggled to get him away from me, winching at the pain in my lower back.

"Stop," he hissed, then slapped my face. I stopped to hold my now burning cheek, tears brimming in my eyes.

"Now, you are to listen to me whenever I tell you to," he spoke angrily.

I didn't respond because it was still registering in my brain that this is happening.

"Understand?" he said. I nodded from fear of getting slapped again.

"Good. You must never tell anyone about this or else. Understand?"

I nodded now, with tears falling from my eyes.

"You don't talk to anybody at school. Especially guys. I will find out if you do and there will be consequences."

I nodded. "Lastly, you belong to me. No one else can have you, so whatever I say goes at all times," he said.

"O-okay," I whispered.

"Good," he said, smiling evilly. I just laid there in his arms because he wouldn't let me go. There's no point in fighting because he already has won.

"I love you," he whispered in my ear, then kissed my neck. I tensed up because I didn't know what to say. I stared at him as if he had grown two heads. He hardly knows me, and I don't want to know him, let alone love him. I hated him.

"You're suppose to say it back," he said in anger, then bit my neck.

"I-I love y-you too," I whispered, wincing in pain from his bite. 

"You better," he said, "I am your life now."

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"Don't just stand there; make me breakfast!" he yelled. I jumped up and went into the kitchen. I took out two eggs and a few sausages. I quickly cooked the sausages.

"Um. H-how would you like your eggs?" I asked.

"Hmm. Surprise me," he responded.

I know I should be running for my life instead of making him food, but I'm too terrified to try anything. I've only been in this town for one day, and I already hate it. I don't know anyone here, and by the way, things are going, I won't be able to.

I finished scrambling his eggs and set his plate in front of him. I sat across from him and waited for him to eat.

"What is this shit?!" he yelled.

"W-what do you m-mean?" I asked nervously.

"I fucking hate scrambled eggs. I'm not eating this shit," he yelled, then threw the plate on the floor.

"I'm s-sorry. I d-didn't know," I pleaded.

"Too bad. Now you're going to pay," he said. "Clean this shit up, then come to my room. You got five minutes."

He left me there, and I quickly cleaned up his mess and washed the plate. I honestly dreaded going up there. There's no telling what he is going to do to me. I slowly made my way upstairs to his closed door. I turned the knob and went inside. His hand grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to his bed. He pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top of me.

"Please, I'm s-sorry," I whimpered, "please d-don't hurt m-me," I cried out, fearing the pain he would cause. 

"Shut up" he yelled, then started slapping me in the face and stomach. I screamed out in pain from each blow. He finally stopped three minutes later and watched me cry my eyes out.

"I'm so s-sorry! Please d-don't hurt m-me anymore," I sobbed.

"Fine. Don't let it happen again or it will get worse. Now get out," he growled, giving me a look of disgust.

I quickly scrambled off of his bed and ran to my room. I fell on my floor and cried my heart out.

Thirty minutes later, with a headache, I drifted off to sleep.