Anti Did It

12.

(Y/n)-

I stared at her as I stood by the door, debating whether or not if I should give her the time of day to speak to me. She sat there patiently at the table, smiling as she looked at me. "What do you want?" I coldly asked.

I looked into her dark, lifeless brown eyes as she answered. "I'm here to see my daughter, that's all." She chimed, eyeing the guard that kept me from running out of the room by blocking the door.

"Step-daughter." I huffed, sending daggers at her with my eyes.

"Please, sweetie, take a seat." She swiftly beckoned. Her voice was smooth and soprano like, and if you weren't careful enough, you could easily fall under her spell.

Stephanie sat tall in her seat as she, very flirtatiously, tucks a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. Bright red lipstick was perfectly applied to her thin lips, and a thin layer of black eyeliner was winged on her upper eyelid. Her skin was smooth and tan as always, and she wore a light, blue dress that hugged her curvy frame.

"Sir? Mr... Garren? Can I speak to my daughter alone?" She cooed, leaning forward onto the table revealing a little cleavage.

I rolled my eyes at her action and fell down onto the chair across from her. I watched as the security guard looked at her, and turned red. As he then shot his eyes up to the ceiling, he couldn't help but keep stealing glances at her. "Aw come on! She's married to a pastor!" I forced, looking at him and then back to her.

I let out an annoyed sigh. This is what always happens... As soon as my dad is gone, she flirts with the nearest man, and when she goes home, she acts like she's never been unfaithful. Before I had a chance to say anything else, the guard simply nodded and walked out of the room.

I turned back to face Stephanie and watched as she pulled a pack of cigarettes out and lean back into her chair. Pulling a cig out of the pack, she threw the container onto the table. She grabbed a lighter from her purse and lit the cigarette in her mouth. Taking a big whiff, she released the smoke into the air. She proceeded to cross her arms as she said, "You just couldn't keep it in your pants, could you?"

"I guess not..." I admitted.

"Congrats on the proposal, and sorry for the accident." She replied emotionless, taking another whiff of her cigarette.

I rolled my eyes at her sick comment. "Me being pregnant is not an accident." I gritted, looking down at the metal table.

"Oh, totally agree. I meant the accident with Michael. You know, lover boy."

I felt my body tense up at the words she just said. My head shot up, and my eyes went wide as I choked, "W-what?"

"Ah, so you haven't heard? Michael got into an accident. Something about his brakes being cut... It happened a couple weeks ago. He's currently at the hospital, but I don't think he's going to be in there much longer because his funds are getting low." She said, putting her cigarette out.

"N-no... This can't be... What about George? Is he doing anything to help him?" I questioned, leaning into the table.

"George? He can't really do much... You do know that he is just an old man, right? And he too is going through some health issues. It's gotten to the point that he has to sell his store." She answered with remorse in her words.

I felt myself go quiet as my mind went wild. My eyes had begun to water, as I slouched in my seat. Michael was going to buy his store...

Stephanie gently placed her hand on mine and quietly said, "I'm so sorry (Y/n), I thought you already knew."

"Then why did you come here?" I closed my eyes tightly, turning my hand stiff.

"Because I wanted to see my daughter, that's why..."

I felt myself clench my jaw as I pulled my hand away from her.

"I am the daughter of the woman who you caused the husband of, to cheat on with on her death day!" I exclaimed standing up from my seat.

I turned around and hurriedly walked to the door and slammed it shut behind me. I looked to my right to see the security guard, Mr. Garren, waiting. "She's all yours." I gritted, forcing a chuckle.