My Multiple Personality Life

Step-Dad's Punishment

When school was over, I had on a smile when I got into Ashton's car. He looked at me as if I was on drugs. Yea. That's logical. A fucking 15 year old girl already on drugs who also happens to have 4 other personalities. Do I look like I want to become more screwed up than I already am? I went through my backpack and pulled out the test. I gave it to Ashton and he studied every inch of the paper before turning to me, also smiling. "Nice job Marcy. You cheated without the teacher knowing." I just frowned and looked at him, ready to rip his head off his shoulders. "I didn't cheat! Sort of." If you think about it I did cheat. I didn't take the test, someone else did. Of course I didn't really cheat either since it was my body and the person who took the test is a part of me. That makes sense, right? Ashton looked at me, not convinced. I knew I had to tell him the truth. "Well I kind of cheated." The smile got bigger on his face as he shouted in triumph. "I knew it! So how did you cheat? Did you write the answers on ur arms? Well you couldn't have done that, they're exposed. And the desks are too far apart to look at someone else's paper. So how did you do it?" I looked at the floorboard, unable to speak until after a few seconds. "Audrey." The word came out of my mouth as a whisper. It took him a few seconds to process the information until he finally sat back in his seat and looked at the paper again. "So you let Audrey take the test for you?" The words slowly slipped from his mouth and to my ears. I nodded and suddenly felt a hand pat my head. I looked to see Ashton smiling. "So you finally got control of them. Good job." I looked back at the floorboard and shook my head. "No. I don't have control of them. She offered to help because she wanted to do the test." His smile faded and he just looked at me. "Weird. Well we better get going. We don't want Bobby to have another fit like last time." I groaned at the mention of his name. That ass will go off on us when we're a little bit late getting home. Last time, we were 30 seconds late and he blew a gasket. He started going on about how we need to be more responsible and how our mom wants us to be on time. Notice he didn't say 'our mom and him'. We were almost at the house when we were stopped at a red light. We both groaned, knowing this was going to make us late to our house. We were always lucky enough to get a green light right away on this intersection. However, it just changed from green to red which meant at least half a minute of waiting. Maybe more. I was right. I looked at the clock in Ashton's car and we had less than a minute left to get to the house.The light turned green and Ashton pressed the gas. He tried to hurry to the house without speeding. Maybe he should have because by the time we arrived, it was already after the time he set for us. We saw no point in rushing through the door since we were already late and were going to hear a lecture. We walked to the door and I hesitated before opening it. I should have put in some ear plugs because right as I opened it, the shouting began. "You're 23 seconds late! What is wrong with you kids?!" Bobby was standing right in front of me, his piercing hazel eyes staring at me. His short, brown hair was combed neatly and his bangs hung over his eyes a little. His arms that were also covered in brown hair were folded over his somewhat built chest. There was a major difference in height between us while Ashton was only a few inches away. Why was I stupid enough to walk in first? Now I'm the one who'll have to hear the most shouting. And he was making sure I had enough. "You were supposed to be here before those 23 seconds! You know what time you're supposed to be through that door and in this house! This is the last time that you will be here late! Do you understand me?! Answer me when I'm talking to you!" Give me enough time to answer and I will you over grown baby. His shouting sounds like a baby crying in a deep voice. I opened my mouth, about to respond when he cut me off. "Are you going to answer me or what?!" I snapped. Anger began to swell inside me but not enough to call out Evanlynn. I didn't want her out anyway. Now was my turn to let someone have it. So I unleashed it all over Bobby, my voice going as loud as it could. "If you'd give me a second to answer then I would but no you just have to yell everything you say at us just because we're a few seconds late! Why can't you get over yourself and shut up for once! Or maybe that's too difficult for you and your pea-sized brain! Just shut up and let someone else talk for once! Or better yet just leave this family and quit acting like we're your servants!" I was breathless. I said all that in one big breath. Bobby just looked at me with wide eyes, unable to grasp the fact that he just got told off by someone younger. Ashton was just standing behind me but I didn't know what face he was making since I didn't look back. We just stood there for a little bit in silence when Bobby put on a pissed face and looked right at me. "Watch that mouth little girl or I might have to teach you a lesson." My breathing was back to normal. I could tell him off again but I was debating in my head whether or not it would be worth it. His next comment decided that for me. "I own you little brats so you'll do what I say when I say it." Oh yea. Definitely worth it. Anger rose in me again as the words slipped from my mouth, this time with some cussing in the mix. "You don't own shit! Not our mom, not my brother, and especially not me!" Cussing in front of a guy twice my size who just happens to be my step-dad with an attitude... yep. I'm screwed. His eyes narrowed and fixed on me. Ashton had disappeared from his vision. He grabbed my wrist and began to pull me towards the stairs. I struggled to break free of his monster sized hands but it was obvious I wasn't going to win. I looked back to see Ashton's horrified face as he ran in front of Bobby and stopped him. His voice shook as he spoke. "Please don't hurt her. She d-didn't mean anything b-by it." A few words stuttered from his mouth, a bit of fear in them. Bobby just scowled and pushed him aside. "Get out of the way before you get it too." He started to drag me up the stairs but I grabbed onto the railing and didn't let go. I may not be as strong as Evalynn but I'm still strong enough to keep my body in place when holding onto something and being pulled at the same time. Bobby pulled me harder but I didn't let go. He tried again but I still wasn't moving. I was not about to be punished by a guy who wasn't my real dad. And knowing this guy, he was going to try something pervy. As if! I wasn't about to get raped. It was a tug-of-war, my arms being the rope, Bobby and the railing fighting over who was going to be victorious. I'm putting my life on the railing winning. It was a stalemate. No one was winning and that was what scared me. It meant that the railing could give out at any time and Bobby would be the victor. Ashton just stood there, not knowing what to do. Do you really need an invitation to save your sister? Just then, my worst fear happened. The sweat that had been building on the palm of my hand made me lose my grip. Bobby was victorious and I was doomed. He continued to drag me up the stairs. Literally drag me. My body didn't want to move. It was hoping that it would be too much of a hassle to carry up the stairs. Guess not. Bobby did it with ease. I saw Ashton start to run up the steps, about to reach us when we were already inside Bobby's room and the door was locked shut. I tried to keep myself from moving by digging my nails into the floor. It didn't work and Bobby threw me onto the bed. Of course he would have hardwood flooring in his room. I just had some white carpeting. I was about to sit up when Bobby pushed me back onto the bed, him straddling me under his legs. The hell?! He was really thinking about that?! Oh fuck no I'm fighting back bitch! I began to push on his chest and flailed my legs. "Get off of me you bastard!" Why was I so weak? He didn't even budge. He then forced his hand over my mouth, silencing my screams. Yuck. They smelled of beer. Was he drunk? Maybe that was it. No he couldn't have been. He dragged me up those steps without stumbling even a little. My eyes grew wide with terror and fear. I could hear Ashton banging on the door, his shouts being blocked by it so all that was heard were muffled noises. If his shouts couldn't be heard from behind that door what chance did I have with that door and Bobby's hand combined? And of course mom would be out of the house buying groceries. Why did today have to be a Wednesday? Bobby looked at me, an evil grin covering his face. Either I was going mad or it was in his eyes as well. Mad. My initials. Marceline Abree Daniels. Not Audrey. Not Callie. Not Evalynn. Not Danice. Marceline. I could feel something inside me stir. A voice echoed through my head and asked me a question but it was too low for me to hear. Bobby had begun to kiss my cheeks and neck. I felt like I was dying with each touch. It was too gross. I tried to pry his hand from over my mouth but to no avail. The voice echoed again, louder but still too soft. Bobby began to unbutton my shirt, slowly as if he was savoring every second of my torture. The voice was louder this time and I could almost understand it. It sounded familiar. Just then, the voice yelled as loud as it could. I recognized it. It was Evalynn. She yelled in me and I could hear every word. "If you want me to help just say so and I'll gladly take him down. I'm a part of you so I will help you in any way I can." What? She was offering help? Like Audrey? Why? Just then another voice spoke. It was Callie. "We've decided that trying to break free is pointless. We were born from your emotions which means you basically created us." The next voice was Danice. "If something happens to you then we're affected as well. We don't want that to happen." Lastly, Audrey spoke. "Call on us whenever you need our help with something. And right now you need it." I did need it. I needed Evalynn's help. I called out to her in my head, asking for her assisstance. She answered. "If you want me to help then I'll do it. This guy is going down!" I then blacked out. I opened my eyes again to see the other personalities except Evalynn. I looked to my right only to see Bobby's horrified face. "Your eyes. Why are they red?" The words had more than a hint of terror in them. He noticed the change. Well, I'll give you a hint as to why they're red. They're not my eyes. But the eyes of Evalynn.