My Four Hot Step-Brothers

Chapter 1:I Just Love The Way You Look At Me

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Chapter 1: I just love the way you look at.

"I do." My mother said looking my soon to be step father, Jimmy, in the eyes.

The pastor smiled, "By the power vested in me. You may kiss the bride."

I looked away and to the doors of the church avoiding to look at my mom kiss that fool.

A few seconds later everyone clapped and cheered I seen my grandmother give me a sturn look telling me to be happy for them, I just rolled my eyes.

I sit in a chair and sip of some sprite.

Watching mom and the fool dance my eyes begin to burn.

"What's wrong cupcake?" One of my four new step brothers, Devon, asked.

I shook my head, "Nothing." I cleared my throat and repeated what I said louder.

He frowned, "Then why are your eyes filled with tears? Oh are you happy your mom married my dad?"

"No! Of all things I'm mostly angered by that!" I slightly yelled at him but kept it low so others don't hear.

I felt a hand on my head ruffling my hair, "Now now are you to enjoying each others company?"

I looked up and saw Jimmy. I slap his hands away, "Don't touch me and never in hell will that happen."

"Valentine Diamond! Stop being rude!" My mom lowly shouted walking over.

I rolled my eyes, "What. Ever." I held up each of my fist showing her my tattoos on them, my right fist saying What and my left fist saying Ever.

She rolled her eyes, "You should stop being so sassy before I send you off to your father."

"That's what I'm trying to make you do!" I said in the 'duh' tone.

Her eyebrow started twitching and I laughed walking to the food table.

I grabbed the only good looking food on the table which was a hot dog.

Oh I'm Valentine. I have scarlet red hair but dyed it with easy wash out black dye with a bit a while ago now only my roots are red, grey eyes just like my dad, light caramel skinned, also I have five sets of tattoos; the ones on my fist, a heart on the top of my left breast, a 'Nigga Don't Hate' on the side of my right thigh, a 'My Choice' on my left wrist and a 'I did this' on my right wrist with an arrow pointing to a scar above the words.

Yeah yeah I cut myself but that was only once over something my old history teacher did to me.

But oh well gotta move on with your life even if you have to stand around in a tight yet fluffy pink dress with three inch pink high heels at your mothers wedding whose the groom is a fool with four retarded bastard sons who live the 'popular' life in school and in town while you are the 'trouble maker' everywhere you go.

But Oh. Fucking. Well.

I finished my hot dog and sat by the window where my cat Cara is laying.

I picked her up and put her on my lap while rubbing her fur.

She's a short haired apple-head Siamese.

She was given to me by my grandmother on my dad's side who passed away a week later after giving her to me which was a year ago.

I've taken good care of her since.

My mom and dad divorced after the incident with my old teacher and mom got full custody over me but we kept in touch with grandmother.