Family Ties

Chapter 2: The Bitch Room; My room

"What?!" I shout at him.

He just stares down at me. His eyes glaring right into mine. His brown eyes meet my blue ones. Right now his eyes are filled with danger, darkness and I hope I'm wrong about this one, but lust..

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I yell.

"You came into our house, our fucking house, with all your shit, and tried to use my goddamn bathroom? Fuck no." He says, bluntly.

"But your mom—Kate.." I pause. "Kate said that there was only one bathroom on this floor...which is now also my floor, so we have to share."

"Then don't be pissed if I accidentally walk in on you showering." He says, sarcastically.

I see pure hatred in his eyes. Pure pain.

"I don't want you here." He says.

"Well," I pause. "I don't want to be here."

"Then, why are you? Aren't you just some little orphan who was found on the street like a stray fucking dog and needed a place to call home?" He shouts at me.

"No," I hesitate. "Actually, my parents died. Both of them. In a car accident. About a week ago."

He backs up a little. "Oh.." he trails off, breaking off the eye contact. "I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Yeah, you didn't know. So, I'd appreciate it, if you'd leave me the fuck alone so I can fucking sob about it in my new goddamn room." I pause. "Brother." I say, sarcastically.

He scoffs. "Your room? You know, this room used to be a guest room before you got here. But I guess now it's a bitch room." He says.

"Wow, great one. How original. You're an asshole." I say.

"You know," He pauses, walking back over to me. He pins me against the door again, looking directly into my eyes. It feels like he's staring directly into my soul. "You talk a lot of shit..." he pauses. "For being a slut."

I squirm against him.

"Fuck. You."

"Yeah, I bet you want to. Slut." He says.

"That little stunt you pulled earlier, was fucking rude. I was literally about to piss myself." I say.

"Well, why didn't you? Maybe we wanted you to fucking humiliate yourself in front of your new step-brothers." He says.

I thrash around but it's no use. He has me pinned way too hard. I can't move.

He leans his mouth down to my ear and whispers. "You better stay the FUCK out of my way. Got it, slut? Because if you don't, I swear to God, I will make your life a living hell. I will ruin your goddamn life. I will ruin you. You mean nothing to me. You're just a little whore for me to use. Nothing else. You don't matter, got it, bitch? And if you get too emotionally close to my parents...I'll hurt you. I'll fucking abuse the shit out of you and I can do things way fucking worse than that." He takes one of his hands and brushes a strand of my hair out of my face and moves it behind my ear. He uses his other hand to hold both of mine in place above my head. Then, he slowly moves his hand down my body, over my clothes, stopping at my tits. He grabs one of my tits and lightly squeezes, causing me to whimper. Then, he moves his hand down my stomach and stops at my pussy. I make eye contact with him. I feel tears starting to well in my eyes and I think he notices because he smirks down at me. He gives my pussy a quick rub through my leggings and then slowly moves his hand back up my body and then stops at my neck. Then, he wraps his hand around my neck, tightly, choking me.