The Stepmom

CHAPTER 3

When I got home, it was right after 6pm, my father was sitting in the dark in the living room. This was something he did when he was really mad, trying to scare the living shit out of his wives. He would get wasted and just sit in the dark waiting for them to come home. Then he would scream at them, throw glasses and break things. He would say the most horrible things to them and they would cry and apologize for something they didn't do. He would never apologize. The only thing close to an apology he'd do was gaslight them and act like it's their fault he acted like that. Then they would apologize to him. He was a real piece of shit.

I knew he was sitting there when I got home and the lights were off so he didn't scare me when he started speaking.

"Wow, getting a divorce already?" I asked.

"No-"

"Bummer."

"I turned my back for ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes Skylar! And you disappear." He stood up and walked over to me. "I called Angela, she said you never came home. Your mother, that bitch blamed me like she always does." He said before gulping down the whiskey he was holding.

"It's not like she's wrong." He looked at me up and down.

"Walking around town looking like a prostitute."

"What does that say about your wife? About you?-"

"I did not raise you to be a slut!"

"Says a guy who's been divorced six times. Not forgetting the affairs. I guess I learned from the best." I said smirking.

"You will NOT talk to me like that!" He took the bottle of whiskey, poured it in the glass and drank some more.

"I don't know why you even bother getting married. She is going to leave you sooner or later. They always do. Because you're fucking pathetic." He smacked me across the face.

"Way to go Dad. I'm sure Kaitlyn will love that." I stormed up the stairs to my room, banged the door closed and threw myself on the bed.

What a piece of shit!

I stayed like that for a while before getting into the bathroom to take a shower.

After I was done, I threw on my pajamas and layed on my back. I took my phone, which I had left to charge, and scrolled through Instagram. I came across a picture of Kaitlyn. It was a full body pic, she was in a black leather mini skirt a dusty pink shirt and butterfly sunglasses. She was wearing black/pink platform heels and carrying a matching purse. The photo was taken outside of London's Café. I stared at the picture for a while, admiring her mesmerizing beauty. Such a beautiful young woman about to be ruined by my father.

I found myself liking the post. I then sent her a follow request which she accepted a few minutes later. She followed me as well. She then sent me a DM which I looked at for a while before exiting the app. I left her on read. I didn't want to have a relationship with her.

The next morning, I woke up still pissed at my dad. I thought that Nothing was going to be good about that morning. That day was especially cold which was not a normal thing in Gatesville. There was no doubt that winter was near. Gatesville winter seasons were never that cold, just the mornings. It hadn't snowed in five decades and it probably never will.

I took a hot shower then wore pajamas because I had no plans for the day. I was not in a mood for people. I went downstairs to the kitchen to make breakfast. I expected to find Angela making it but instead I found Kaitlyn. What was she doing here?

"I thought you already left for your honeymoon." I said.

"I canceled it. You and your dad need to talk." Excuse you bitch. Who are you to tell me what I need?