The Painter and Toker

The Step father Chapter 3

Addie's Point of View

The front door opened, and there stood her step father Gregory Chaplin, whenever he looked at, you could see the judgment radiating from his eyes.

" you were supposed to be at 3 it's 4:30"

" it's a 13 hour drive, we stopped for a piss and snacks Greg"

"Language young lady"

She stepped in the house, "where's my mom?" her mom had already nested the room was covered in a mellow green and mustard yellow everything.

" your mother worked 2nd shift today at the hospital, she be home soon"

Addie nodded, "So I'll just go put this stuff in my room, she turned up to go up the stairs.

"Your room is in the basement, and the movers left behind some of your boxes, they should be here in a couple of week'

" the basement, you've got to be... what boxes! .." but foot steps on the stairs, let Addie know that, Ryan was coming down. He rushed down the stairs, al 5'10 of his stupid ass stopping inches from her.

" So you're here.. that's uhh.. great. Keys to the ford" He padded her on the head, Addie ducked and rolled her eyes.

" you've had the ford all summer, toss'em over" he whined

Addie resisted, the ford was her way out, her freedom. But before she could even think about handing them over to Ryan, Greg grabbed them out of her hands tossing them to Ryan.

"Home by 6 for dinner understood" Ryan grabbed them from the air, and ran out the door with her freedom.

" Hey that's my moms and mine car, you can't do that"

" If I'm paying for it's upkeep, it's the family car now. Plus young girls like you don't need to be driving all around town, it's not sensible, you could get into trouble"

" So my rooms in the basement, you took my car anything else you wanna take from me, want my paints too"

" Listen you flip-int little girl, you mother thought you'd like the privacy of the basement, it got it's own bath room two small windows, more importantly I won't' have to hear that trash you call music."

" I am not a ..' she was about to say little girl,

"go down there and unpack " he thundered pointing to the door to his right.

" and I don't want to hear a word, until your mothers home"

" Sure thing Dr. Chaplin"

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Addie walked down the old worn steps to her new "room". when she reached the bottom of the steps, the room to her left was open it held the washer and dryer and extra crap mom hadn't been able to get rid of. There was wood door,locked but clearly led to the outside. There where white french doors to her right, through the dirty glass she could see her day bed stuck in the tucked in the back and her book case, desk and easel stuck in opposite corner.

She sighed and opened the doors, the floor was at least wooden that meant easy clean when she painted; but the two windows were small and disgusting, she was going to have to do some major cleaning to get any natural light. She dragged her desk chair over to the largest window stood on it and looked out window, then pushed it open. She realized then that the window wasn't dirty, but the shrubs on the side of the house basically covered it. While it was a complete failure at bringing in light, it seemed just big enough that she could be able to shimmy her way out and through the bushes to the drive way. She smiled to herself and climbed down. The second window was no more than 24 inches wide, offered little light or means of escape. The bathroom was simple, a bath and shower combo, a sink and toilet.

She plugged up her record player, starting up  Blondie. She sat staring at her unpacked boxes. The boxes that had been left behind where her oil paints and winter clothes; She could do without the winter clothes but she have to find new paints. She had a check from winning best oil recreation in the school that would hopefully be enough to get paints, and maybe more pencils if she was luckly.

Finally she grabbed the first box in front of her and started unpacking, she had just finished putting away her clothes when she heard a car door close. Her mom was home, she stood on her desk chair and looked out the window. She could just see her mom and Greg's shoes, but she could hear everything.

" Hello, Gregory (kisses cheek) how's Addie did she make it home okay"

"She certainly did, that little girl has a sharp tongue"

"uh-hu.. she always has; I take it she wasn't happy with the basement room"

" She should be happy with the basement room,at least she has her own bathroom"

" You,could give her your office space upstairs and you take the basement for your office?"

"what and have her room right next to Ours and Ryan's, with her horrible music and foul smelling paints , no the basement is the place for all that crap"

"maybe, but it would help her feel like part of the family"

"No, she is part of the family, but I can't have her distracting Ryan from school and the football team, she better off in the basement"

Her mother handed Gregory the groceries

" let's also not forget she just moved from the only home she's every know, her father is not even a year gone Gregory, give Addison some credit, she got in the art program all on her own, nobody paid a thing towards it, then won 1st pace in oils, "

" she won with pornography, that woman was completely naked a disgrace"

"the school didn't think so"

"bunch of dope smoking hippies, she should spend her time learning something meaningful, something that will make the girl money in the real world"

" gregory your such a pessimist"

"perhaps" he leaned down and kissed her.

Addie shut the window and turn up Blondie.

"he's better off in the damn basement, stuck up dill-hole"