Stepmom

Chapter four

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   ****Tiffany's pov***

I don't know how many days I laid in bed. Four days? Maybe four. The only time I woke was when Crystal or Chanler tried to get me to eat. I didn't deserve to eat, the constant pain in my stomach was a reminder. I couldn't believe David hadn't came home. The few time I checked my phone I saw he texted me, but I never bothered to answer. If he really cared, he would be here. But obviously his work was more important than his wife. I couldn't believe I was pregnant. Was. I had a baby inside of me, but I had a miscarriage. All because of my fucked up drinking. I will never drink again. I will never forgive myself. It was my fault that my child was dead.

  I was somewhere between sleeping and being awake when Crystal slammed open my bedroom door and flicked on my light temporary blinding me.

  "What the fuck?" I groan as I try to shield my eyes from the light flooding my room. Crystal ignored my groans as she continued into my wardrobe.

  "We're going on a trip." Crystal sung from the closet as I walked over to her in a shirt and panties. Crystal was throwing half my closet into a duffel bag including bathing suits and lingerie   Where was I going? Stripper paradise?

  "Crystal, I'm not going anywhere." I sighed taking a seat in front of my mirror. I looked like I had been hit by a car. My hair was a ratty pile on top of my head and had makeup all over my face. I was in desperate need of a shower.

  "Look babe. You need to get out for a few days. Chanler's friends invited him to their beach house for a few days and they said we can tag along. You are going to go crazy if you stay in the house any longer." Crystal smiled sadly at me. I didn't say anything as she continued to back for me. After she was was done she pulled me into the bathroom and put me in the shower.

  "Be ready in 30." Crystal warned as she shut the door behind her. I felt like a new person as the water washed over my dirty body. I took my time washing and shaving. Once I got out and dried out I threw on a simple pair of leggings and a white shirt. I had a line my panties with a pad because I was still bleeding a little bit, but the doctor said that would last a week or two. I know: gross.

  "Hey!" Crystal shouted as I made my way down the stairs that felt too long. Why is my house so big?

  "Let me get that." Devin smiled, grabbing my two bags out of my hands before I fell over.

  "Thanks." I smiled at him as Crystal winked at me. I looked around and noticed Chanler missing. "Where's Chanler?" I ask suddenly.

  "Oh, he went up there earlier today to make sure it was cool for us to come up." Devin assured me although he sounded a bit guilty. I shrugged it off as we got into Crystal's pink Hummer that could easily fit ten more people. The ride to the beach house seemed to drag on as Devin hopelessly flirted with Crystal and Crystal giggling.

  "Hey, baby we're here." Crystal whispered shaking me out of my sleep. The sun was already staring to go down, but the beach house was clearly visible. It looked cozy painted white with baby blue shutters. It was two stories and the only house on the beach and probably a good hour away from town. It was peaceful.

  "We're here!" Devin called as he pushed open the front door as if it was his own house. The inside was nothing compared to the outside. The inside looked way bigger than it did on the outside. Whoever decorated has good taste.

  "Wow, this is beautiful." Crystal noted as she slipped off her sandy flip flops. A moment later we heard foot steps tumbling down the flight of stairs. First was a girl who looked a little crazy with green hair and a tattoo on her neck, next was a tall Mexican looking guy who looked like a supermodel, and following was Chanler with a small blonde clinging onto his waist.

  "Tiffany, you're here?" Chanler asks nearly shitting himself. The blonde on his waist noticed the tension in the room and gave Chanler the look.

"Why don't you introduce me to your friends baby." The blonde smiled at us visibly worried.

"This is Crystal and my dad's wife Tiffany." Chanler said as his friends went bug eyed while looking at me.

"You're married to his dad?" The blonde asked, obviously speaking everyone else's mind. The green haired girl rolled her eyes as she stepped forward.

"I'm Laura. Ignore Mariah, she's an idiot. And that's Cameron." She smiled at me and Crystal who looked ready to attack.

"Are you to a thing?" Crystal asked Laura and Cameron who busted out in laughter.

"I don't think I'm the right gender for her." Cameron continued laughing as Laura playfully slapped him. "But come on I'll show you guys your rooms." He smiled at me as he grabbed some bags from Devin who I almost forgot was standing there.

The rest of the house was as gorgeous as the front room. Crystal and I were sharing a room that had a single bed, but I didn't mind. We were silently unpacking our bags and ignoring the real topic of conversation: Chanler.

"I didn't know Chanler had a girlfriend." I gently brought up as I unpacked my clothes.

"Thank god you brought it up! I know. I can't believe he led you on." Crystal said. Maybe this was a good thing. I'm married to his father. I don't need to catch feelings for him.

"You know I'm actually glad this happened. I don't need this. I'm married to his father." I said sitting on the bed as Crystal strips down to put on her bathing suit. Crystal had the most gorgeous body even though I wasn't sure how much of it was actual hers.

"You still deserve to have fun. You're young!" She argues while checking herself out in the full body mirror on the door. I did deserve to have fun, but I'm married and I need to respect that. If I wanted to be young and party I shouldn't have got married. I was about to respond as the door was being pushed open.

"Hey, can I talk to you?" Chanler asked as I crossed my arms. Great.

"Go ahead." I shrugged as Crystal silently left the room. What does he need to talk about? His perfect girlfriend?

"How are you feeling?" He smiled at me while sitting next to me on the bed.

"Fine." I answered.

"Look, I didn't know you were coming-" he starts

"It doesn't matter. I'm married to your dad. You don't need to explain yourself. " I cut him off as I get off the bed and leaving the room, slamming the door behind me.