My Stepfather

Moving in

The worse part of my life wasn't that Mom married him. It was that we had to adjust with him and since he was handsome, attractive and rich....he asked Mother to move in with him, and unsurprisingly, she agreed.

He must have wanted to take us away from our home so that he could kill us in the woods.

What had we ever done to him. I had to say goodbye to Lily, with which she wasn't very thrilled. Our summer holidays were over and I had to go to school, everything was going to be different. I had to make new friends. And making new friends especially at "High School" is not easy and it never is.

I wish life was easy, I wish Mother had never met him. He was not an angel. I wish she should see that. He was never who she thought he was. I wish..... if I was important, Mother wouldn't ever want anyone in her life except me. We were fine before, we were living but, now we're.... still living but with a person who we shouldn't be living with.

So far, Mother married a man younger than her, we are moving with him in his town, I am leaving school, I am leaving my friends and am going to be in a whole new town with new people, new friends ( if high school wasn't horrible) and be popular as I was before.

Tell me where is this list not wrong?

Who is he? Why is he my Father? Mother needed to talk to me. I didn't need a Dad, I was okay. I was happy and I did but cry only because I did not want her to feel that I missed him.

But still, she was in love. I hated love, it made you protect the people around you. I wanted to hurt Mother but I could never live that down because I know she'd have a heated argument with me and the last time, we did that she wouldn't listen to me and I did not want to repeat that.

Night before we moved.....

Mother came to my room( I'd been in there for half a week, hiding from my new Father),she sat by my on the bed and stroked my head.

"Honey, what's the matter. You haven't finished packing yet?" She asked concern highlighting her voice.

I had hidden my voice in far enough, in-fact now would be the time to tell her how I truly feel about her marriage.

" I don't want to leave, it's not that I don't trust you but I just don't like ... uh... him". I replied biting my lower lip in disgust.

"We've been over this, you'll give him a chance, he's a nice guy and you know that, he liked you the first time I introduced you to him". She said.

"Yeah, I wish that was a lie because he sure couldn't marry me". I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing, I'm sure he liked me but you're the one who married him. Aren't you a little surprised by the age difference we have here?" I asked.

"Sweetie, sure your only like 10 years younger than him but still you've got a life ahead of you and age is but a number, this move will be a good chance for you two to bond, and you know how much it means to him now that he has a family, you'll have new friends and Lily can visit us anytime she wants". She hugged me.

She made me feel safe but what she said didn't change my opinion. Maybe, he wasn't all bad but I've seen movies where stepfathers grow to hate their wives and then I'm a kid and I'm not going to stand if he lays just one hand on Mother.

What was wrong with uncle Kyungsoo, this is why I don't like having another person in my family, especially an uncle that I have no relationship with.

"How's the.... hey there... want me to help with the packing?" My Stepfather asked as he stepped in.

"Okay, maybe you need to know some rules...." I began.

"A/N, respect!" Mother replayed through gritted teeth. This was annoying her but I wasn't going to stop until he realized how much I hated him and I wish he would get swallowed up and leave me and Mother alone.

"Number one: Knocking before entering and number two: Don't touch my....."

"Drop that tone now young lady or you're grounded!" Mother spoke with a harsh voice.

Grounded! Me! What? Mother hasn't grounded me in like a long time. The last time was when I was eleven. She stop raising me that way after Father passed away. She loved me instead. She always loved me. Grounded! Is that what I heard. It can't be! Mother! Why are you doing this to me! I'm your own daughter and he's a stranger, okay you know him but I don't.

"It's okay, I should've knocked and I'll remember that. Come on, we should get some sleep before the big move. Can I bring you anything to eat? You haven't had supper with us". He replied, his voice calm and collected.

He seemed unaffected  by my tone. A smile was on his face.

He had a tanned skin, beautiful hair as mother called it and he was attractive and I'm not lying. His eyes were clever and calm and black. His features perfect for his face and his skin, utterly flawless.

Mother got up and went to him, he held out his hand and she placed her in his. He pulled her into a hug and then facing me, he motioned for me to join. Something about that charming smile was genuine but I wasn't falling for it. I remained seated.

He shrugged. " Don't ground our little princess, she's a high schooler now and it's the prime of her life that she'll remember. Let's make lot of memories, what do you say?" He kissed my Mother on the forehead.

Princess! Huh! He really had no experience being a Father. My Father, my real and  only one called me pirate princess since I loved everything about pirates.

"Sure! Memories about you constantly ab.....", I looked at Mother, she had her eyebrow raised as if warning me to choose my next words carefully.

"Ab... appreciating Mothers company. She's a real ...... I can't do it. I really don't like you". I said in a last chance to tell them that I hated their relationship.

"I know, it's going to be hard to accept me but you've got to try. Eat something and sleep on it, you'll be better in the morning". He said as he sat by me.

"You think so? I mean don't tell me what to do and please leave my room, the doors that way".I said standing up and pointing.

Mother seemed vexed but she must have realized that this was a big thing so she didn't say anything but the she held his hand and they walked out.

I finished my packing and got in bed. I had a restless night full of twisting and turning and I was completely sleep deprived by the morning that I slept half the way to our new house and Mother took my pictures as a memory for her scrapbook.

I don't really know how pictures of me sleeping actually count as making memories.

We moved in and starting unpacking.