The Step-Dad. // h.s.

Four; Stop

Hayley's

I hate him, these past two months have been shit, he keeps eyeing me up and down. He even had me pushed up against the wall, kissing me, it if hadn't been for Samantha, my neighbor, I could be pregnant, locked up in his house somewhere wherever that was.

He left for work, and I pretended to be sick one day, I went threw his room, because my mom for some reason gave him the guest bedroom, thats directly across from my room, and found all kinds of things. I even found his laptop. I checked the search engine, and what I found that day actually scared me. One of urls was 'what can you do to a fourteen year old for punishment.' So I shut it out, and went threw his desktop, where I found cameras. He has them hidden all around my house. The most are in my room, at different angles, and theres atleast two in my bathroom.

He came home from work, and found me in his bed sound asleep. I mean, it was 10:30 pm when i did fall asleep, he wasn't even home yet. And when I questioned him about it the next morning, he ignored me, and told me that I would find out when I got home from school later that day for snopping and lying. I learned my lesson. He legitamently spanked me for half an hour. It still hurts to sit down.

"Hayley!" Shit I took that as my cue to hide. I put blue food coloring in his shampoo, because he straightned my hair. I hate my hair being touched, he tied me to the chair if you want to get technical. Plus he made me wear a dress. Ew, no, I don't wear dresses.

"Get the fuck out here now or what you saw on my laptop the other day will come true. You will be punished with your worst nightmare." Yes he was talking about Styles Jr. or as I like to call him Styles' monster. He has threatened me with it before, but he's never really used it, he's just fibbing, but if he means it this time, I don't want to be anywhere near him.

"You can't use that on me, you can go to jail ya know." I mumbled, but he must've heard me, because next thing I know, I was being pulled out of my hiding spot, and sitting on the counter.

"Not unless they find out baby, and you aren't going to tell them, because what will happen?" He asked, forcing me to look at him.

"You're friend will just break you out, and you'll be even more mad, and you'll punish me."

"What's your punishment love?"

"My virginity." I whispered looking down, as he turned his back and opened the fridge.

"Good girl, now get dressed, you are not to have anything to eat because of what you did." He ordered as he cracked open an egg into the blender, continuing on whatever he was eating.

I did as told and got dressed for the day. It was just my uniform, plaid flannel skirt, topped with a white cardigan and a sweat-jacket of my choice. Our school wasn't big on the blazers most schools around London had. We had cards to show who we were to get into our lockers, sort of like unlocking a college dorm. They gave us key cards, and if we didn't bring it that day we were screwed. That is how we showed we were present.

"Haaayley.." He dragged out the 'a' in my name knocking softly on the door.

"It's open." I replied shoving my socks and shoes onto my feet before grabbing my bag, and standing before him.

"I decided to make you a smoothie, it's on the counter as well as money for lunch. When school is over, I would like you to come straight home." He ordered as he followed me out of my room, and gosh he sounded like a fucking parent. It makes me wonder about what he said about that girl he 'baby-sat' was true.

"Of course, Harold." I smirked to myself, he has been trying to get me to call him daddy for the past week, and oh he's absolutely ridiculous.

"You're already in enough trouble, I wouldn't flatter myself if I was you." He glared as I had turned to face him.

"Good thing I'm my own person." I said smuggly, handing him the rest of the smoothie, and walking out of the house.

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I'm super sorry this is overdue and it's probably shit