The Step Brother

Chapter Six

Kiara

     I woke up, to pain. My lower stomach felt as if a dinosaur was kicking my stomach. I groaned, and trailed to my shower. I took a hot, steaming shower cleaning myself. I got out the shower, dressing in a Hollister jogging suit. I pulled my hair into a ponytail. I was ready to fight, not only for me, but for my dignity. 

 I walked out of my bedroom, and searched the hallways for Chresanto. No traces of him. I smirked to myself, and went into the kitchen. I seen a note on the fridge. I read the note, all it said was that my parents were at work for the whole day. I crumbled the note, and shot it to the trash.

   "Lil bad ass Kiara. Think she a pro basketball player," Chresanto smirked, walking into the kitchen. I balled my fists, opening the fridge. "So, you think you bad now? Show me," he challenged. "I am not stutting your sick ass Chresanto," I growled. He chuckled, sucking his teeth. "You couldn't stand a day of me...obviously," he retorted. I shook my head, and took a cereal bar to the living room. I sat on the couch, and popped the bar into my mouth. Chresanto sat next to me. I scooted further away from him. He scooted closer to me. I stuffed the rest of my bar into my mouth, preparing to fight.

Chresanto

  I noticed that I was getting under Kiara's skin. That's what I wanted. She's the reason my dad beat the living shit out of me the night before. I seen her ball her fists, so she was thinking she was going to jump bad? I'll love to see that.

 "Your ass ain't gon do shit," I gritted through my teeth. That's when she charged at me. She tackled me on the floor, blowing numerous of punches to my face. I pushed her off me, punching her square in the face. We fought for thirty minutes.

"You stupid bitch," I grunted, spitting blood at Kiara. I never thought I would see this day, but she really did beat my ass. I mean, except for when my older sister used to beat my ass as a kid--but she's on my mom's side.

"Oh, you stupid bastard. You can't get mad motherfucka you had it coming," she growled, kicking me in the stomach. I groaned, curling into fetal position. She went back into her room, and slammed the door. I'd then started to realize what I was doing. Hurting my step sister isn't right, at all. I don't know what the fuck got into me. It was the anger toward my dad for marrying another woman, and not working things out with my mom. I knocked on Kiara's door. She swung it open.

"What the fuck you want?" she gritted through her teeth. "I came to apologize, and I mean it. I don't know what got into me, I just had anger pinned inside me from my dad--and took it out on you all this ti-" she smacked me. I deserved it. "You bitch! You rape me for three years and now want to come up with a damn sobbing story?" she yelled. "get the fuck out my face!"

"I'm serious Kiara. I promise, I'll get a girlfriend and leave you all alone," with that I walked away. 

Kiara 

 I don't know if I should really believe that sobbing story. I sigh, and slam my door. I sit on my bed, and flipped through my TV stations. I'd notice that Teen Mom was on, and began to watch it.

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I'm cutting this story short, so it won't have too many more chapters.

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