Please Don't Touch Me...

Please Don't Touch Me... (Part 1)

"You're perfect the way you are~"

He spoke to me as he looked over with a smile. I didn't believe him. I did thank him, as I knew that was the right thing to do out of appreciation for the compliment. This was before he had done anything to me and before anything horrible had happened because of him. I could see him reach for the remote, pointing it to the screen and hearing the soft click of the television being turned off. He sighed softly, his eyes bearing into mine as if he wanted to see deep down into my soul. I hated that. I looked away to prevent eye contact, confused on why he had turned the TV off and why he was staring at me, making the moment even more awkward.

"Chris, why did you do that? I was in the middle of watching my show."

I sounded like I was whining as my voice cracked from being so exhausted from the summer heat. I closed my eyes. I could feel a headache coming on as the sun seemed to beat down on my skin, even with the windows down and the white curtains covering most of the glass. We couldn't afford air conditioning, though mom was at work most of the time. She said she didn't mind working so much, just so she could earn money for our well being. She said also that she felt like me and Chris needed to become "better acquainted with one another" and that she would only get in the way of our "blooming bond".

"We need to get to know one another better and staring at a TV screen all day isn't healthy."

I roll my eyes, looking back at his body to let him know that he didn't need to worry any more than I did at this point on being healthy. I cross my arms over my chest. I was thinking about changing into a pair of my favorite ripped jean shorts, but mom said that it wouldn't be too appropriate to wear in front of Chris, only because he had just been introduced to the family a few weeks ago and he wouldn't be used to all that exposed flesh. I noticed his eyes on me as I looked over at him, thinking we would make eye contact. Only, his eyes weren't on my own. I realized that he was studying my body figure with a smirk formed on his face, as if it was pleasing to him to be staring at his new younger step sister's body. I stood up and marched to the hallway to my room. I slammed the door behind me before jumping on the bed while laying on my stomach. I was embarrassed. What had caused him to look at me like that? I didn't know what to do or how to react. No one had ever given me that look, but I knew what it meant.