Yeah....She's my stepmother (TAENY)

You're a fucking slut..

It had been a week since I talked to Tiffany, if we can say "speak" to a few words shared with your English teacher while she's fucking you on the desk of the classroom. Everything had become strange after that time and certainly was the question I had done. She had been able to divert my attention at that time, but now she was only notoriously avoiding me from hearing the subject again. But as I said earlier, I wouldn't stop until I know the answer.

Sooyoung saw my change of mood , but she decided to don't ask anything after a few days ago I shouted to her to leave me alone. Yes, I was being the worst friend ever, but I couldn't help it. I hated how Tiffany's actions influenced my life and my mind, as one thing she did or said could control both my emotions and everything I was.

I wasn't myself, Kim Taeyeon, feeling owner of my decisions and my thoughts. Tiffany had snatched it from me and I didn't know how to feel about it. I was no longer owner of my own life, how pathetic was that...

And as if someone had helped me from beyond, today I had the strength to don't let Tiffany avoid me and I would deal with the situation, it was necessary because I believed that if she wasn't goin to tell me what I needed to hear there would be no reason to anything and she would take the reins of my life.

This time I had to be smart, I couldn't approach her as before, this time I was going to follow her slowly and quietly, to find the time when she was alone, and force her to answer the question that had killed me from that day on the kitchen.

It wasn't as difficult as I had thought, as the plan had initially turned gratifyingly easier as Tiffany walked quickly down the main corridor talking intently at the phone without noticing my presence, to open the door to the emergency stairs, rising to the top floor and out the roof.

When I opened the door to the roof, I met Tiffany, idly, with clearly angry scowl, waiting for me.

"Why did you follow me?" she asked

"We need to talk."

"There is nothing we should talk about."

"Of course there's something, that's why you've been avoiding me, because you don't want to answer"

"Answer?" She asked offended "I have nothing to answer."

"Don't you? Don't you think I have the right to know why the hell you've done everything that has happened this last week?"

We both had begun to raise our voice. This wasn't going to end well if we continued like that.

"Why have I done it? I have answered that question before."

"No, you haven't answered! You only answered one part and the most important remains a mystery, and I want to know the reason now. Why the hell are you dating my father and sleeping with me at the same time?!"

"Is it really important?"

"What?" I asked, confused by her question.

"Is it really important when the answer is so obvious that you should already have discovered it for yourself?"

I was silent, not knowing what to say, even more confused than before. Tiffany sighed and approached me slowly.

"I like to fuck you" she whispered to 5 centimeters from my lips, forcing me to hold my breath "but..."

"B-but...?"

"I like your father. Strange as it sounds" a small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth "I think I'm in love with him."

The urge to vomit hadn't appeared since last week and now had returned with full force. Staggered, I closed my eyes quickly, I threw away all the air I had content and looking down, I pushed Tiffany hard away from me.