Stepdad Styles

Chapter 8

(Sorry for the wait on this chapter. Never had such a hard time with getting mobile WattPad to work properly, Wahh)

Awkward.

The only word needed to describe how this dinner is going. I have been stared down by Ryan ever since he placed the dinner plate down infront of me. Those sapphire crystal blue eyes, no matter how gorgeous they were, bore through every pore in my skin. It felt as if I was literally on fire, not the good kind either, the scary bad kind.

"Not hungry?" He asked, his fork dangling between his fingers and pointing it at my plate.

The lemon chicken that had been served to me was burnt black, you couldn't cook it any further without it crumbling into burnt black bits. A few scattered pieces of rice laid on the plate, accompanying the burnt chicken. I had eaten most of the soggy rice, who over cooks rice anyways?

"I'm not feeling well, actually." I had meant for it to come out much stronger but my voice was weak and my mood was dull.

"Mummy? Why are you unwell?" Lux speaks up from her spot beside me. She's finished her plate and is now taking a sip from her cup.

"You should rest. I'll watch Lux for you."

No way in hell.

"I'm not that ill, but thank you. I think it's time we head back home." I sighed, praying I wouldn't piss Ryan off to extreme measurements.

"Mum? Can I go play now?" I looked back at my daughter, her flawless pale skin pulled tight as she smiled.

"You may. But please put things back where they belong."

She flung herself down from the kitchen chair and ran out of the kitchen, through the living room and down the hallway.

I picked up my plate quietly, careful not to cause attention to myself and then my daughters plate. The two plates clashed together and Ryan's eyes had shot up from his plate to me.

Well sh!t.

"You're not leaving. Not yet anyways. You haven't paid your dues." Ryan spoke, only it didn't sound anything like the Ryan I knew.

"Dues? What dues? I've cleaned up after my daughter and I." I told him as I maneuvered around the edge of the kitchens table and placed the plates down in the sink. Flicking up the faucets handle the water came running through the pipe and splashed down onto the plates.

"Yes, dues. Did you really think I would let you stay here for free?" Screeching echoed throughout the kitchen as Ryan got up from his seat and the chair scooted out behind him. Sure I couldn't see him stand up but that's what I could sense as his hand grazed my upper arm.

"Well... I thought this was a friendly hospitality. How much are you asking for?" I hoped I had enough money to pay him.

The dishes were now rinsed off and nearly clean, the chicken down near the garbage disposal. I let the water run and turned on the switch that started it up, a few seconds later I flipped it off and shook the plates to let them drip dry a bit before placing them into the dishwasher.

"Silly girl. I'm not asking for money. Now.. Drink up." His hand slammed down onto the counter and stole my full attention, a few inches away from his hand sat a red cup.

"Drink.. Drink that?" I gulped.

"Yes, that." He spat.

"I.. Can't. I won't..." I feared the worst, and as I peaked over the rim of the cup the vibrant bright blue color stole my breath away.

"You drink it, or your daughter will. Now take your pick. Drink up or don't."

"You- you can't do that! I won't let you! You sick son-of-a-bi"