Fantasies

Never Be Alone

"Camila you stupid little child... Didn't I tell you to clean your brothers room?!  We have guests coming in one hour!" My step-mother Brenda yells from the outside of my door.

God... I really hate this woman, and I hate her even more because she's married to my dad.  My dad who's so blinded by her fake tits and implanted ass, can't even see that Brenda treats me worse than the gum on the bottom of your shoe.  She's a master manipulator and my dad fell quickly into her web after divorcing my mom.

Even though I'm 18 and technically a legal adult; for sake of everyone's sanity I split my time between my mom and my dad.  I love them both and although I can't stand Brenda, I put up with her because my dad still treats me like his little girl and I've always been a daddy's girl.

The sad thing is, Brenda is only a witch when my dad isn't home.  Since it's my weekend with him, I have to deal with her.

"Camila!" She barks, banging on my door.

Letting out an angry huff, I climb off my bed, unlock my door and swing it open.

"What?" I say quietly.

"Go clean his room." She orders.

I scoff before leveling with her.  "Brenda, you may be married to my dad and have him wrapped around your plastic little finger, but I am not cleaning John's room.  He's 20 years old and I'm pretty sure his trashcan is filled with used condoms, tissues and bottles of lube.  I think I'd get an STD just looking at it."  I finish, making a disgusted look. 

"Awww honey... nice try.  I know my son's extracurricular activities... CLEAN HIS ROOM you little bitch." She screams, before smirking and grabbing her phone.  "Or I call daddy and tell him you've been drinking my wine again."  She chuckles victoriously.

'Yeah you stupid bitch, I wouldn't drink your wine if you weren't such a trashy bimbo' I think to myself as I grab my yellow rubber gloves that go up to my elbows and my gas mask.  I drink her wine solely to piss her off, but also because I know my dad would never believe her when it comes to me... None the less, I don't feel like dealing with her so I grab my cleaning supplies and head to John's room.

This is one part of my life.  The other is spent with my mom, who is still single and everything I hope to be when I get older.  She's independent and strong, and she cares about more than just herself and her hidden agenda; unlike Brenda who I'm pretty sure is only with my dad for his money. 

Besides not liking Brenda, her son John is a utterly repulsive person.  When we first met, he didn't know I was going to be his new sister and instead attempted to seduce me into his lair of forgotten panties and disappearing bras. Once he found out I was his new step-sister, he dropped his seduction act and instead decided to make my life a living hell. Going to the same school for a few years, he and his friends bullied me and made sure I was never a positive topic of conversation. Hence the reason I hide behind mostly black clothes and long wavy hair. 'Little Cabello' as they call me has a reputation; and it's not necessarily a good one.

On top of all the bullying, my teachers at school noticed my shift from bright and shiny to dull and faded and treated me accordingly. After months of working my butt off to get the grades, everything started to slip. My grades most of all. The problem was, I didn't care. I know how smart I am, but no one cared anymore because no matter how hard I tried, I was still the 'weakest link.'

My mom worried of course, but knew pushing me to 'be better' was only going to push me further into the 'Little Cabello' hole. She hated seeing me so helpless, but I just couldn't bring myself to fight the good fight. Brenda, John, my teachers, school; it was all a mess and I was just living in it.