The Step Brother

Chapter Four

     Kiara                  

                        It's been a week. It's very weird how I remember and reminisce on what happened between Chres and I. I didn't want it to intentionally happen, but it did. I honsetly don't have feelings for my step brother, but since that altercation, he's been keeping distance away from me. I kind of felt that he was using sweet talk for just for a piece of ass to his convience. it isn't like I enjoyed it. It was wrong---very wrong. 

I climbed out of bed, and stepped into my bunny houseshoes. I walked out of my room, and into the kitchen. There, Chresanto was in his boxers and wife beater. I didn't bother to speak to him, anyway. I just got my breakfast, and went into the living room.

              "Good morning Kiara," my step dad, Carmelo greeted. "Hey pops," I smiled, pacing back to my room. I approached my door and felt a grip on my arm. Of course, Chresanto.

                   "You couldn't say goodmorning?" he snarled. "It's not even like tha-" I got a blow to my face. I fell to the floor clenching my jaw. "You little piece of shit," he growled. "Don't think since I was nice to you once, I'll be nice to your ass again."

                      "What about everything you said?" I asked, on the verge of tears. "Motherfucking sweet-talk," he snarled. I got up, but was pushed into my room. Chres locked the door behind himself, and approached me. I felt like I was whimping down slowly, but surely. He struck me across my face sending me flying into the bed. He climbed on top of my bed, and beat me until I was unconsius.

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