MY Stepfather

Chapter 2

~ Aurora Pov ~

It finally kicks in.

The realisation that my mother is actually not here.

The pain of it.

It's always been like this. She comes and she goes. I've become somewhat numb.

But sometimes it still hurts.

I thought for the past 3 years things would've stayed better. It was a thought.

My thoughts never align with my hope.

There was no hope. Just thoughts...of delusion.

I just wanted her to. be better. I always have. I always had that hope for her. For my own sake.

The rain has cleared and I see the sky turning pink. The sun.

I get up to get ready for school. Doing my skincare. Taking my hair out of its plats and brushing it. Getting my books ready. Putting on my outfit. Simple  black baggy pants. With a strap Black crop top. And my thick cotton oversized jacket. With my converse and jewellery.

As I walk downstairs thinking of buying cigarettes and the smell of bacon and eggs hits my nose.

I walk into the kitchen to see a suited man by the stove with a laptop on the counter.

I set my bag down and he turns around.

"Good morning Aurora" he says smiling. A bit too cheerfully.

"Morning Alessandro" I say lowly heading for my jug to make myself some coffee to head out.

"I already made your coffee" he says indicating to the jug next to his laptop.

"Alessandro-"

"Don't" he says now looking at me. "Sit. I'm almost done"

I'm already over this day.

"No it's fine" I say heading for my bag.

"Aurora, I wasn't asking" There's his dominant tone.

"Neither was I!" I say gesturing to the pan his holding.

He turns back to it and I grab my bag to get out of the kitchen.

I'm stopped by two huge hands grabbing me back. One on my upper arm and one on my back.

He grabs me closer to him. And I push continuously as hard as I can. Tears start rolling. I'm struggling. His grip is strong.

"Let me fucking go!" I say hitting he's chest now. With all my might and anger that would have probably shown itself later today on someone else who didn't deserve it.

He doesn't let go.

"Aurora!"

"NO!!! I don't need your pity!" I say crying with anger and pain. I let my bag finally fall to the floor.

He grabs me towards his chest.

He places on hand on the back of my head and another arm around my back.