My Stepfather

One.

I always knew my mother wasn't right in the head. Others didn't think so but me? I knew. I just pray for the day I turn 18 -which is 9 months away- and then I can leave. I can officially move on from my bullsh-t life.  And God what a f-cked up seventeen years it has been. Where am I going to go? How am I going to live? Hell, if I know.

And as if my life isn't bad enough she decides to ring me and tell me through the phone that she got married in the weekend to a guy she's been dating for four f-cking months- I didn't even know she was dating let alone had a boyfriend who she married on the weekend. And here i was, at home, thinking she had to be out of town for a god damn meeting.

What gave her the hasty decision to want to marry this mysterious person in the first place? She didn't even talk to me about it like it wasn't any of my business, like hello! I would like to know who my f-cking "father" will be. Pfft. Father. I would at least like to know the man that would be living in our house. But no.

I put my phone back into my pocket and exited the school doors, hopping into my black pick up truck.

The drive home got me thinking, why did she marry him? Is he rich? Pfft. I doubt it if he's staying with us.

I pulled up to the curb and hopped out of my truck and walked towards my house. I walked in, pocketing my keys and checked the living room. And there on the sofa was one of the sexiest guys I have ever seen. Bright green, mossy eyes and dark brown hair. His tattoos just added to his glorious looks. He looked no older than 21 even with the ripped torso laying bare from the opened shirt buttons.

Now this compared to my 32 year old mother who was perched on his lap, straddling him in nothing but jeans and a skimpy bra that was about two sizes too small, kissing up his neck whilst moaning had my organs spasm. "ugh, I'm gonna be sick." I muttered catching both their attention.

My mother turned her head towards me, her bob hair swaying. "Oh honey, didn't see you there." she said whilst giggling like those fake b*tches at my school although making no move to remove herself off his lap. Not that i cared too much about that. No. I was too focused on the sexy man still on my living room couch. His eyes trailed up and down my body, focusing on my bare legs that ran on forever. His mossy eyes darkened with lust and as much as I wanted to feel repulsed by him. I couldn't. In fact it was the total opposite. I felt aroused.

"ah, this is the gorgeous Beau." the side of his luscious pink lips quirked up in a smile as he looked at me with an intense gaze. My mother cleared her throat, catching my attention she looked rather p-ssed off, giving me a dirty look. "yeah I guess. Anyway Beau, this is MY husband. Right baby?" she said the last bit in a seductive tone while grinding her hips onto his.

I took that as my cue to barf into the bin on my left before running out of the room. I could feel his gaze on me throughout the whole thing though. And for some reason I wanted it to stay on me.

This book started on the 16th of November 2014.