The Step-Father

          It hasn't even been a week After the funeral and there already shipping me and my little brother off. As I followed the moving truck in my car i couldn't help feel hate all threw my body.

     Hate for my mom getting remarried, for me not knowing this man really well, and for her having another child. I mean I could have eventually forgiven all of that at lease right? Wrong, because it only got worse. Let's see there's the guy in the truck that hit her because he wasn't paying, oh to top that off he fucking killed her. Now the cherry on that shit cake was her putting in her last will and testament for us to live with her new husband, and for the fucking lawyer to agree to it.

      It didn't matter what I wanted my entire life. I know my mother loved me, but she made that clear regardless if she knew that or not. Now I was on my way to live with my brother's father. My mother's new widower, I'm surprised he even agreed to this shit. It would look weird to me. It didn't matter now any way. We where already at the gate of his beautiful two story house. I mean this house was gorgeous.

              As i pulled in behind the moving van. I saw the security point me to garage. i pulled into the four door garage, and got out to get my brother out his car seat. The house seemed so much smaller from the front, but in all reality this was more like a mansion to me. When I walked in the house there was a old man waiting in the kitchen for me. "You must be Miss Tiana?" He said smiling at me.

          "And you must be Sir Tristan?" He said towards my brother. "My name is Charles, I am the butler, and i will direct you to your rooms. If you like i will hold him." He said. I'm not sure why, but I felt a warm familiar trust in him. So I handed my one year old brother over to a man I just meet. he was very sweet as he spoke to us about the house and instructions on how to address our needs so they can be met.

         As we walked up the stairs he introduced me to some of the other servants that we passed. Every one was nice, but I still didn't want to be there. I just wasn't ready for another big change in my life. I knew it wasn't their fault so I made sure not to take out my anger on any of them. I mean this is probably a big change for them as well; having to take care of two more people. We went to Tristan's room first. This room was beautiful, for a baby boy I mean.

       His bed was the shape of buzz light years space ship. The room was all toy story based, and it was really cool. Tristan giggled and attempted to jumped right out of Charles arms and into the room. It was cute to watch him run around and play with everything. Charles laughed with joy at Tristan's excitement. Then one of his nannies came in and we went to my room. My room was beautiful, it had purple, and turquoise every where. I truly loved it, I walked right to the bed and plopped down. Charles smiled and walked out the room as he closed the door.

         On the pillow was a note, " I hope you like your room, I had them make it just as you're mother said. I'm sorry we never got a chance to really get to know one another. I hope we do soon. Maybe I'll be home when you are awake and well talk OK. -Shane." It was from him, my mother's widower. I didn't really want to get to know him. I was only here for my brother. Other than that I could have stayed with my best friend until senior year was over. Her mom wouldn't care, in fact that's the first thing she said to me when mom died. I pulled off my shoes and lied down under the covers. It was so comfortable I fell asleep with out even trying.

           When I woke up I looked at my cellphone. Natural reaction, you do it too don't judge me. It was twelve a clock in the morning. I was shocked I slept that long. I haven't slept that long since before Tristan was born. I found my boxes that I had packed in the corner. I grabbed the box that said clothes, and dumped it on the floor. I changed into my black shorts and a random t-shirt. I decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to see if they had any type of juice. I mean since there is a one year old in the house now there better be Some type of fucking juice here.

          The floor was so cold I wish I had my fuzzy lion slippers. I took a juicy juice box out of the plastic and closed the fridge. "Can you toss me one?" Said some one standing on side the fridge. I almost had a fucking heart attack until he turned on the light. "Shit, you scared the fuck out of me." I said

        "I apologize, I came down to get a drink." He said. "Well you couldn't turn on the light as a warning or something Shane." I said sitting at the table. "I will remember to do that next time." He said laughing as he sat next to me. "I was planning on getting to know you more at dinner but Charles said you where sleep." He said struggling to open his juice. "Wow, your hopeless, yeah I fell asleep a little bit after we got here." I said taking his juice and opening it. Honestly I couldn't bare to see a grown man struggle with a juice box any longer.

       I'm not going to lie this guy was kind of cute. I could see why mom would like him, because she never dated a white guy before, that I'm aware of. He was tall, tan but not to brown, and fine. From what I can see threw his gray t-shirt he had a nice chiseled body. I kind of wanted it, no I really wanted it. which was so weird to me, I mean I didn't even know the man. Plus he most definitely was not my type.

        "well, I'm going back to bed, you can be hopeless by your self." I said walking away. I still don't like the man. "I was thinking we could get to know each other a little more." he said getting out of his chair. "Yeah, umm, no. Look, the only reason I'm here is because its my mom's whishes and for the little boy up stairs. I'm not real interested in getting to know you." I said turning around. "Can you at least try?" he said standing in front of me. " Has any one ever told you that you look just like your mother?" he added. "I can but I wont, and just now but I wish you hadn't." I said trying to keep myself in tacit.

"Well, think about it OK." he said while he put his hand on my arm. "OK, thought about it, still no." i said walking away.