24 Hours In Hell

☾Chapter 2

Hey babygurl's and Babyboi's, it's Ye' girl here—the weird daughter of Satan.

I'm sorry I haven't updated recently though—haven't really felt like it—plus my notifications been blowing up 24/7.

So blah—blah—and blah. I'll get on with the story.

Enjoy.

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Piper's P.O.V. (That's the name right? I think—)

I huffed as I stomped into my room.

Damn ugly hag of a mother—and damb rich guy who is my soon-to-be fucking step-dad!

I hate the man already. He's not gonna replace my dad, and he definitely ain't taking my heart away as he planned too.

No. Fucking. Way.

And the actual question that's been floating my mind—does he have kids?

I sure as hell ain't gonna start a step-sibling bond!

My mom came stomping up the stairs. Her foot steps stopped in front of my door and she slammed the white, wooden door open.

She was fuming. Pretty sure smoke was coming out of her ears.

She growled. "You little bitch! Don't try and ruin my relationship! We have—I have a great thing going on! Don't fucking ruin it!"

Not even letting me reply, she slammed the door and stomped downstairs.

So as I was say—

"Oh! And one more thing! WE'RE MOVING IN WITH HIM TOMORROW, SO GET TA' PACKING!"

Oh, that's just fucking great!

First she get's engaged, and then we're moving in. My life turned to complete hell.

God, kill me now.

***

The next morning.

Beep, Beep, Beep!

My alarm goes off and I hiss in annoyance, grabbing it and throwing it across the room.

Good riddance.

Getting up, I yawn and stretch, before rubbing the sleep out of my eyes and standing to my feet.

I walk over to my bathroom and enter, looking in the mirror.

Man was I a mess.

I yawn again and strip from my PJ's, taking my panties and bra off as well.

I throw my dirty clothes in the hamper and start the warm water, before jumping in, and starting my relaxing shower.

*10 minutes later*

I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my body, along with a towel around my head.

I shuffle over to my sink and turn the tap on. As I did, I grabbed my bright green toothbrush and ran it under the water, applying some minty toothpaste to it afterwards.

Quickly, I brush my teeth and gurgle some mouth wash, spitting it out and exiting the bathroom.

I walk over to my small, yet fairly large wardrobe and look threw my clothes.

I decided on black leggings, neon orange shorts, a black tank top, and a black hoodie.

I slip on my panties and bra, before slipping on my clothes. I grab my neon orange high-tops and slip them on.

After getting dressed, I quickly packed, and made my way downstairs.

Hell, here I come.