Chapter Eleven

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It is my off day, meaning I don't have the excuse of needing to rest for work to pass my day. It's early in the morning and my throat felt dry. I head down the stairs to see someone watching the TV. I peek to see if maybe mom is up but am horrified by what I saw. "What the fuck," I snap watching as the screen showed me in bed reading a book. The view is from right across the bed at the vanity. I look to see the one watching is Steve. 

"That's no way to greet your father now, is it?" he snaps.

"Why the hell are you watching me from a camera? Do you know how violating that is?" I was awake now. How long has he had hidden cameras in my room? Are there others? Fuck, I get naked in my room. Thoughts fill my mind with what he has seen.

"I had them installed before you moved in. I knew you couldn't be trusted. He flips to a hidden camera in the corner of the living room. I look to see nothing until I notice the photo hanging up. He hid them! I look back at the TV to see David and I cuddling on the couch. "Who is this?" He stands up looking displeased. 

"A friend," I mutter knowing I've been caught. I wasn't allowed to have guests, and I broke a rule by not knowing I was being watched. 

"Yeah right. I bet he has done more than snuggled up to you hm." He gets closer and I step back. 

"You're disgusting," I hiss. "Does mom know you hid cameras?" He freezes in place. "She doesn't, does she?" I let out an airy laugh. "You call yourself a holy man yet spy on your stepdaughter? What else have you seen Steve? I bet you have one hidden in my bathroom? I wonder what will happen to your picture perfect image when people find out." I smile wide, I have something on him. 

"You won't get the chance to." He lunges at me, and I run down the hall and out the back door. I manage to make it to my car. I had my keys in my pocket, having gotten back late and just crashed. I get in and lock the doors. The sun was coming up and fast. He grabs my door handle trying to pry the door open. I flip him off laughing hysterically. If I were a stranger walking by I'd think I was crazy. I put my car out of the driveway and drove off to the nearest hardware store. It didn't open for another two hours, but I'd rather go to hell than back at the house. I decide to go through a McDonald's drive-thru to get a breakfast burrito meal. It only killed thirty minutes. I make a list of things I need. How am I supposed to get cameras out of my room, especially hidden ones? I haven't the slightest idea on where they are hidden and how many there are. Would I get in trouble? I drive to the local police station looking a hot fucking mess.

"Hello, is there something I can help you with?" The female officer at the front desk smiles.

"I need to know if I'll get into trouble for removing hidden cameras in my room." She shows a look of concern.

"There shouldn't be surveillance cameras in your room. It's illegal actually." I smile brightly. "Are you okay?" 

"Peachey." 

"Do you want to file a report?" I sit for a minute. One report and it could all go away. However, it wouldn't go away fast enough and from the look on his face this morning, if I pull a stunt like this then I'm out on the streets. 

"No, I think I have things handled, thank you," I make my way to the now open hardware store to buy the things I'll need. I get a camera detector, a cheap one, pliers, and scissors. I make it home and Steve is gone for the day. I immediately start with the bathroom. It is the only one I use and I'll be damned if he sees me naked. I scanned and there wasn't anything. Guess he has some morals. My room, however, was bugged to the max. I have one hidden in the vanity but also on my ceiling fan, inside my closet, and one pointing to the double doors of the balcony. It took hours before I felt like I'd gotten them all.  I spent the rest of the day cleaning blasting bands like Avenged Sevenfold, Danzig, Ghost, and other bands like them to channel the rage coursing through me. I hate this man to my core. Once my room is back to normal I change the door knob to one with a lock and I put the kye on my keychain and have a spare in my room. I knew how to pick a lock if it comes down to it.  

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