Step-Lovers

How It All Started

Hi. This love story is an unusual one. This love story is about me falling for my brother. OR Step-Brother. Some might say my relationship is totally fine, while others say I'm crazy.

Technically, my relationship is fine if you think about it. We aren't ACTUALLY related. It really isn't a religious crime nor something society should reject and judge. People who have this kind of relationship probably get shit for it when they really shouldn't.

Look at all those love movies! Those clichè love stories that in the end the single parents of each main character end up having the "love at first sight" thing. If you think about it when those two individual single parents get married, the main characters would be step siblings.

I bet most of you didn't catch that!

Anyways, let me start with my name and the other basic things you need to know about me.

My name is Talia Piper. I am from and currently living in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Im 18 years old, and about 14 years ago, my dad got a divorce with my uncaring, self-centered, manipulative Mother who cares about nothing, but herself.

When I was 2, my dad went to Little Rock, Arkansas for a job offer and I had to stay with my mother in Houston, Texas. My dad wanted to live close to his family. Sometimes, my grandmother (my dad's mother) would come to the house and check up on my "Mother" and I. My grandmother realized my health was being neglected. I would run around the house with soiled pampers that haven't been changed in hours, sour milk, tangled hair, and rotten teeth. So my grandmother took me away.

My mother didnt like that, so she called the police on my grandmother and claimed that she was keeping me away from her. I had to stay with her for about 3 months until her boyfriend got pissed off with me one day.

* Flashback *

I remember playing with my toys that morning and I was being very quiet because i knew not to wake anybody up. I accidentally knocked down my Polly Pocket car off of the dresser and he woke up. I was scared. He started yelling at me and the next thing I knew he covered me with the quilt that covers their queen sized bed. I couldn't breathe. I felt him holding me down. He was suffocating me. The only thing I could do was struggle for air. I struggled for awhile, everything turned black.

I became conscious, and I tried to walk our of the room. All I saw was my mother crying. She looked at the door, watching the police officer taking her boyfriend away. She wept and begged him to stop so they could leave him alone. That only made him angerier. He was the type of person that hated being told what to do... NO MATTER WHO YOU WERE.

You could've been the President of The United States and he still would've attempted to beat the shit out of you just for telling him what to do. My mother only cared about getting laid. She wasn't a very pretty woman so I kind of understood why she went hysterical over her boyfriend being taken from her. I don't know if she was/is a sex addict, all I know is she didn't care about anything in that moment but him. I walked out of that room, and I saw shards of glass all over the floor and drips of blood leading towards the front door. That was from him trying to break the glass window out of anger before the police came. She didn't care about me. She didn't even check on me. The next day came and I saw my grandmother outside the house I was living at. I ran to her as fast as I could. And I started crying because I felt safe again. I felt so relieved, then I saw a yellow light and blacked out.

*Flashback ended *

A few years after that happened, my dad met my step-mom. She was the most beautiful woman ever. I actually wished that she gave birth to me. Shes the total opposite from that lame excuse for a mother.

Her name is Shaniya. Shaniya Barcinas. She's from Guam. She told me that Guam was a little island in the Marianas.