My Step Brother From Hell

Chapter 1 - Moving Day

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"Mom, seriously? I've met the guy once, and now you expect me to move in with him and his son?" I exclaim, thinking she's gone mad.

"Cecilia, I've made up my mind, we're going. You'll like it, I promise!" She walks around the room, throwing our stuff in to the suitcases carelessly.

"Did you not learn anything from dad? You moved in with him after three months, and look how well that turned out!" Immediately I feel bad saying this, mom still blames herself for what dad did to me. I see tears form in her eyes, and I go over to hug her.

"Sweetie, Henry isn't like that, I swear." She leaves no room for argument, pushing me out the door and in to the car.

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I stand in front of the massive three floored house, my mouth agape.

"Holy fuck mom, you didn't tell me he was loaded!" I whisper.

"Don't talk like that, Cecilia, you are a young lady!"

Mum knocks on the door, and a few seconds later a man answers. He looks to be about 6'2, with sandy blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. I can see a few grey hairs here and there, but not much. He's built, with huge toned arms, his mouth set in a smile at the sight of my mom. I remember him from the first time we met, Henry.

He's pretty hot for a forty year old.

"Ah, Jocelyn, Cecilia, come on in, I will get your bags!" He says, smiling down at us.

I walk inside, taking in the warm homey feeling of the house. The house is beautiful, with the smell of lavender and the big, crystal chandelier

Mom leads me up stairs, showing me to my room.

"All right, sweetheart, I'm going to go speak to Henry, you get settled in, okay?" Mom says before turning and walking back downstairs.

I love my room. It has lavender walls, light wood floors, with a huge canopy bed in the middle. I walk around the room, opening up drawers and cupboards, when I notice the closet. It is a massive walk in wardrobe, with new with tags clothes inside it, with expensive labels.

I'm just about to flop down on to my bed, when I hear screaming.

And I don't mean screaming as in fear, I mean music. Very loud music. I recognise the band as Bring Me The Horizon, and a grin lights up my face. They're my favourite band!

I walk in to the hallway to find the source of the music, and walk straight in to a hard wall of muscle.

A hard, topless, wall of muscle.