Daddy Brought Home the Stepdaughter

Chapter 6

The morning continued as the kids got ready to go to school, Sara and Brad preparing for work.

As Brad walked around the kitchen tying his tie, Massey came stomping her way down stairs with a laptop in her arms and a cord wrapped her around her hand.

"Hey, stepdouche." She snapped, making him jump a little. "Where's the nearest outlet? There's kid blocks on all of the ones in my room." Brad decided that now was probably not the best time to say that he was the one who had suggested the outlet plugs. He hadn't been allowed to put them on in her room, but Sara had insisted she had done it.

"Um, its right there, on the edge of the counter." He told her, going over and taking the plug off of the one that was on the counter, hiding it in his pocket. "Don't you have school?" He asked her, worried she'd punch him in the face for such a suggestion. All he got was a disgusted look.

"No, dumbass." She grunted. "I do online schooling. I don't have time to sit in a stupid classroom and listen to some teacher drone on and on about some crap I don't care about, then tell me I'm wrong." Then she covered her ears with massive headphones, signaling she was done with the conversation, Brad nodding slowly. At least this time she had acknowledged him. Maybe next she could actually start calling him by his name!

"Dusty!" Sara suddenly called from outside, sounding irritated. "Can you please move these things? I can't get my car out of the garage." She was referring to his and Massey's bikes, but she wasn't about to get into a fight with her.

"Hey, Brad, do you mind?" Dusty called to him. "I want to grab a quick shower. Just ask Massey to help if you need it." But Brad wasn't about to bother her anymore. When she was ready to come around, she would.

"Yeah, sure, no problem." Then he headed outside, smiling at Sara, who stood there, waiting for Dusty with her hands on her hips, looking annoyed. "Hey, honey." He greeted, heading towards the bigger of the bikes, which belonged to Dusty. Get the big one out of the way.

"Hi, sweetie." She said, unaware of his plan as she gestured to the bikes. "They're blocking everything." Brad waved it away, believing she had nothing to worry about with him on the case.

"No, I know. I know, don't worry. We're on top of it." Sara furrowed her eyebrows, crossing her arms.

"What are you doing?" He didn't respond as he climbed onto the bike and started it up, Dylan and Megan running out to see. "Brad, I don't... Hey!" She grabbed the kids to keep them back so they wouldn't get hurt. "Stay away from that, please." Brad just grunted, trying to figure out the bike. "Honey, what are you doing?" He revved the engine at her, laughing nervously. He really had no idea what he was doing. "I don't know if that's a good idea, Brad." She groaned, looking back to the house. "Dusty!"

"It's vibrating up into my shoulders." Brad buzzed nervously as Dusty came outside without his shirt, Massey in tow, looking annoyed that she had to come out of the house.

"Hey, it's okay, Brad. Look, she's a lot of bike, man." Dusty tried to to tell him, but Brad wasn't about to give up on being the cool dad yet.

"No, I'm good." He called, sitting up straighter, trying to look more confident. "Why don't you go back in and take that shower, so you can get a shirt on?" That was when the bike revved up again, and Dusty grinned at Brad, crossing his arms.

"Oh, you got it!" He encouraged, Massey rolling her eyes. "Hey, you look good on that, man. Remember, one down, four up." Brad gave him a look as he did as he was told.

"Dusty, everyone knows it's one down... " He suddenly let out a yell as the bike went wild, Brad having no control as he came at Sara and the kids, unable to stop! "Watch out! Watch out! Watch out!" Sara and the kids screamed as Dusty and Massey pulled them out of the way, Brad finding himself going up the car, and going through the second story of the house!

"Did Brad just die?" Megan asked, a little nervous, Massey crossing her fingers behind her back as Dusty put his hand on Megan's shoulder, a little anxious himself.

"I think we all need to prepare ourselves for that possibility, Pumpkin. Okay?" Sara pushed past them, running into the house and up the stairs as fast as she could

"Brad! Brad!" As she reached the landing, she looked, around, turning and gasping when she saw Brad. "Oh, my God!
Brad was stuck inside of the wall! He had gone completely through the wall! "Brad, are you all right?" She asked, coming around.

"No, I'm not all right!" Brad had quite enough of this morning. "I'm in the wall! I'm scared!" Sara sighed, trying to find some sort of way to get him out.

"Oh, honey." That was when Dusty, Dylan, Megan, and Massey made their way up the stairs, Dusty shaking his head.

"Jeez, Brad, I thought you said you could ride." He commented, and Brad groaned again.

"I can ride, okay. Would you get a shirt on?" He pleaded, and for the first time since she arrived, Massey smiled at Brad. In fact, she laughed.

"Ha! Dumbass!"

"Massey!" Sara scolded, before turning back to her husband. Dusty hadn't even noticed, too busy figuring out how to get Brad down.

"I think if you could ride, you wouldn't be stuck in a wall right now, Brad." He remarked, and this time, Sara agreed.

"Yeah. I'm sorry to say it, but he's right. You almost killed the kids!" Dusty held up his hands, coming to Brad's defense.

"Let's not beat up on Brad here. Okay? He was showboating for the kids a little bit, and things got out of hand. Let's all just be grateful nobody got hurt. Okay?"

"I got hurt!" Brad shouted, and Massey snorted.

"Yeah, and it was awesome!" Sara wanted to scold her again, but stayed silent as Dusty addressed his three children.

"Okay, kids, listen up. This is a good lesson on why you never wanna lie about your ability to do things you clearly can't do, okay, huh?" Both of the little kids nodded.

"I think my arm is stuck in the wall." Brad grunted, and Dusty came over, climbing onto a bit of the wall to reach Brad.

"Brad, just stay still. I'll get you out." Brad shook his head wildly as Dusty began moving things.

"No, no, no, no, no. No, don't do anything. And would you please just go and get a shirt on?"

"Just calm down, all right?" Dusty told him, getting irritated now, when Brad fell through more of the wall, onto the ground.