Lies and secrets (Bates motel)

Chapter 25

I stared at him unable to speak. When I did manage to speak, one word could barely escape my mouth.

"Why?"

Tears sprung out of my eyes in seconds. I was distraught on the fact that my own...no he wasn't even a stepfather...he meant nothing to me. I hated him. No worse, despised him. How could he do that? Why would he do that? I felt my blood boil while my emotions ran wild.
"Why?" I repeated, only louder. "Why would...you do something like that?" Words could not describe what I was feeling.

"Like I said, she didn't listen to me-"

"So you killed her?" I screamed, not caring that I had cut him off. "What kind of a sick man are you to do something like that?"

Just as I expected, he rose from his chair instantly and walked right up to me.  He slapped me hard in the face again and again.  I groaned as I could feel blood trickling down my face. But I didn't care one bit.

"I told you not to disrespect me!" He roared. "If she did what I told her she would be lucky to be alive."
"I hate you!" I hissed. My remark earned me yet another punch. I coughed and spat some blood out of my mouth. I probably had so many bruises from all the hitting he had done to me, but that was the least of my problems. I just wanted to get out of here. I couldn't bare the sight of him.
"You deserve to rot in jail." I spat, not caring if he was going to hit me again. By now I've gotten used to it. He only laughed and sat back in the chair opposite me. He watched me intently as if trying to search for something. An uneasy feeling grew in stomach and I just couldn't take this I had to find out why I was here.

"Why did you bring me here? What do you want?" I yelled changing the subject.

"You're in a rush aren't you?" He gave me a sly smile. I scowled at him, whilst I used every strength I had in me -or what was left of it- to try and stop myself from doing anything stupid. It sounded impossible since I was tied to a chair, but my infuriation had almost reached boiling point.
"I have a job for you," he stated simply, as if it were meaningless. However that was not a good thing.  Whatever he wanted, was not going to be something easy and he would stop at nothing to get what wants.

"Why choose me?" He raised his eyebrows surprised by my question. Nevertheless, he smirked, of course having an answer ready for me.

"Well, simply because you will do as I say because if you don't then...well I don't think you would want to know that stage yet."

  Frankly, I didn't. I was too petrified. If he had the ability to kill my own aunt, his own wife because she wasn't done as she was told, then I was dreading what could come next. I tried to swallow a big lump which formed in my throat. I felt the half dried blood from the punches he gave me, being replaced by sweat. I was just hoping that it wasn't visible for him to see how nervous I felt.

"Money" he stated.

"Excuse me?" I furrowed my eyebrows as he brought me back to reality.

"Money. I want money. You're going to give me money."

"Are you kidding me? No!" I spat.

"You're going to do as I say. You're going to steal it and bring it to me." He smirked as he said this. My eyes widened. I shook my head.

"No. No, no. I am not stealing anything! Especially for you.  No way!  Having your own stepdaughter do your dirty work for you! Why don't you go get a job!"  I shook my head utterly speechless. I looked up and him and for a split second,I felt as if that he was hiding something.