My Stepbrother...

Living With Them. . .

I looked at the older man angry,glaring hands in fist.
The son looked at me glaring, crossing his arms. "Dad no, she's a girl and I'm not staying with her!"
"Yes you are! There's no other room and we're not leaving for a while so yes your staying with Samantha" the older man said stern crossing his muscular tan arms looking at his son.
I stomped my foot gripping my fist "no! I'm not sharing my room! It's MINE!"
"Don't raise your voice at me and yes he's staying with you and help me take these box to your room" the older man hand me a box with force, a anyoded look on his face.

I glare walking away upstairs, heading to my room setting the box down in my room slamming my door. I sigh putting my face in my arms running my hair through my light brown hair. "He's such a ass and this is so stupied.. whatever there not saying for long. They will leave expessaly the son" I say to myself

I open the door looking at the ground,bumping into the son making him drop a picture but holding onto a bit still. The picture fall to the grownd and break glass splatter all over the floor. I fall to the ground, my hand hitting something.
"WATCH WHERE YOUR WALKING! LOOK WHAT YOU MADE DROP! ITS FUCKING BROKE! YOU IDIOT" he yells at me  
"Maybe don't fucking stand right infront of the door! And it's a fucking photo!" I look at him glaring angry
"It's not just a photo! And I was coming in this is my room too!"
"NO ITS MY ROOM! YOURE JUST STAYING HERE FOR A LITTLE BIT AND YES ITS A PHOTO" I get up quickly my hand swiping the glass hitting it. I walk out quickly away towards the basement.
"GET BACK HERE AND HELP ME CLEAN THIS!"
I flip him off walking away

He slams the box down on a desk. And sigh with a sad tone knelling by the mess grabbing a garbage basket and starts cleaning up the glass. Grabbing the photo sighing, his eyes welling up with tears gripping the photo tightly. He folds it carfully putting it in in his pocket cleaning up rest of glass.

I sigh heading down stairs by the old man, grabbing anthor box.
"What happened to your hand?" he asked nicely
I looked at him weridly "nothing"
I start walking away with the box, the man grabs my arm making me drop the box. "Don't worry it's clothes" he says as looks at my hand. Blood running down my arm and hand. "It's bleeding, come with me." He pulls me upstairs by the arm.
"What are you doing!" I growl
He pushing he against the counter still holding my arm as he's bodies partly agisnt me, as he grabs something.
"I'm gonna bandage up your hand. Calm down"
"Oh..um thank you" I blush looking at him.
He starts up water running my hand under it
"Ah!" I say quitly wincening in pain.
"I know" he says sweetly in my ear now wrapped in up in gause.
I grip his arm with my other hand lightly still kinda in pain.
"There. I'm done." He looks at me with a smile.
I smile blushing lightly looking at the older man, slinding my arm down to his hand holding his free hand.
He moves slightly closer, holding one hand and moves my hair from my eye looking at me.
My breathing is ubsteady, and my face is red, I keep looking into his blue eyes.
He grabs my waist and pulls me closer kissing me not to soft but not to hard.
My eyes widen then close, I kiss him back putting my good hand on his neck, he runs hands up and down my back, letting go backing up.

He smirks lightly, and whips his lips "we should go finish with Austin's things" he let's go of me, walking away.

(What should I do next? Step dad and her or stepbrother and her)