Chapter 9 | Step-dad

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"HOW fucking dare you!!!" Dylan screamed.

"I-am-so-so-sorry" I hiccuped

"Bullshit! You hear me, Nat? That's Bullshit! If you were sorry. Why did you flirt with that guy huh?" Dylan asked tugging on my scalp.

I screamed in pain, "Dylan stop. Please!! I wasn't flirting. I swear!!"

Tears were already drilling from my eyes. My head hurting due to the gash, that Dylan caused.

"I was only asking for a drink. We didn't even make eye contact" I explained.

"I'm not a fool Nat!! Stop bull shitting me! I Swear I'll kill him. And then I come and kill you!" Dylan yelled.

"Dylan please!!" I screamed. His fist landing on my nose,.and then making a crack.

I tasted blood on my tongue. I knew it was broken.

His palm. Connected with my already bruised face, causing a stinging sensation to overwhelm me.

He threw me on the bed, as everything went black.

I opened my eyes, sweat covering my face, and neck.

I felt really sick. I dream coming back in full force. My body was sore, my tongue dry, and I noticed that I had been screaming and crying.

"Hey! Are you OK?" A voice asked in the darkness.

I couldn't speak. My voice was dry. So is just nodded. Even though I knew whoever was talking wouldn't see me.

"Hear, have so of this!" The voice continued, as a brightness illuminated the room.

I squinted my eyes, to adjust them to the brightness.

They curtains were open, as bright sunlight seeped through them.

"Here, take this too!" the voice continued

I looked up, to see a figure a tall figure.

He looked flushed, and tired.

I took it, still unable to find my voice.

He watched me like a hawk, as I grabbed the glass, and pills from his hands.

I swallowed, the taste of medicine lingering in my mouth.

"Thanks" I muttered,finally able to find my voice.

"Yeah whatever. So why where you screaming?" he asked.

"Nothing"i shrugged," Bad dream, I guess!"

He nodded, seemingly to believe me," You want anything else?" he asked.

" No I don't. Thank you anyways"i muttered as he nodded.

He took the glass from me, and went out the door. The door closing in. I felt soffocated and hot.

I couldn't even go back to sleep. It was already morning anyways, and I wasn't so sure if I wanted to have more nightmares again.

Two days passed, since the night of my nightmare. It didn't have anymore again. Thankfully.

Ethan and I returned back to our selves. We totally ignored each other, and didn't even speak, well expect throw some insults.

I didn't mind at all. The bastard made me loose my job. I couldn't forget that easily.

But he didn't totally ignore you when you had that nightmare. My brain reminded me.

We were a alone in the room, and my body hurt so much by just breathing the same air as him.

It felt toxic! And at the same time tolorable.

I snapped my head from the book I was reading to the door.

I watched curiously from the tiny opening at the door, which only I could see.

The nurse had unbuttoned about five of her top buttons, making her bust to become more visible.

She already had a very short dress. The shortest among all the nurses I've seen.

She straightened her back as she pushed the tray inside.

I rolled my eyes at the way Ethan eyesd the nurse. Like she was meat.

I wonder how thay still let her, work at the hospital with an outfit that revealing.

She had a really short dress. I was about four inches from her butt. And had a very low cut neck line. Which showed off her plastic boobs.

"Sorry I'm late Ethan!" she sighed running a hand up and down his arm.

Yuck!!! Was that even allowed in here?

I was sure if I didn't sleep in this room. Ethan would have had sex with the nurse a long time ago.

" No probs!" he grinned as she changed his bandage.

I was lucky that my mom were gonna come get me tomorrow.

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" Hey mum!" I greeted as she stepped inside.

She was tapping away on her phone. She probably didn't hear me. I mean how could she? When all her attention was directed at her phone.

A man in a dark suit and dark glasses stepped in after her.

I didn't recognise him but I knew that he was one of the many, many bodyguards that my mum hired.

I used the aid of my hands, and stood up. It ached a little, but it was manageable.

"Hey mum! It nice to see you again!" I greeted again. Making my voice louder this time. Even though it was loud enough before.

"Oh! Hey honey!" she called, glancing at her phone. Before smiling down at me.

We reached the car, with her a several steps behind me.

Two more bodyguards dressed in the same attire of dark suits, and even darker glasses stood beside the car.

The door was opened by one of them, and I stepped inside sitting beside my mom.

"Stephan is coming home today!" my mum gushed.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Who the fuck is Stephan?"

"Language, miss" my mum corrected.

"Whatever, language miss!" I mimicked under my breath.

My mum raised her perfectly plucked eyebrows that weren't to full or thick. Just perfect.

"What? I was stuck in that hospital for a long time. What do you expect?" I shrugged.

"OK, good point!" she exclaimed.

"Your step dad!"

"What?"

"You asked before. Who Stephan was, well he's your step dad!" she replied.

"You're not even married mum!" I deadpanned.

"Well, I'm going to be. Next week" she said dreamily.

"What?"

"Married. I'm get married." she repeated like I was dumb.

"Married? Why are you getting married?" I question.

I looked away, "So you just forgot about dad, huh?"

"It's not what you think!" she exclaims.

"And worst part is that when you do decide to tell me, about your secret wedding plans. It only when? One week to the wedding. I haven't even met this Stephan guy? What if I don't like him?" I asked.

"You'll love him. I promise you honey!" she chirped. Her sad place turning upside down at the mention of this Stephan guy.

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I was tapped awake by something.... Or someone.

I opened one of my eyes. It was kind of blurry.

I turned my head to the other side. Making it hurt greatly. I expected to see my mother, but instead was met with an empty seat.

I turned my head to the window to see a bodyguard, with the usual clothing.

I opened the door, and stepped out.

"Lady Anna, said to meet her inside" he repeated like he had consistently been repeating it.

I nodded my head aching.

Geez man. The least my mom could do was I don't know? Maybe not leave me alone in the car. Hell, I could have died or something!

I knew I was kind of exaggerating since I saw my mom on the porch with a older looking, unfamiliar guy.

That must be Stephan.

"Hi, honey!" my mom chirped.

I just stared at her like she grew three heads. Why was she behaving like she didn't just leave me in her car.

"Hi" I greeted, but it wasn't directed to her. But to the guy beside her.

"Hey kiddo, nice to meet you. I'm Stephan!" he greeted back.

I nodded, not having time to engage in a conversation with my mom, or her boyfriend.

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I don't like Stephan.

I don't know why, or anything. But I just don't like him. I feel like I'm going to hate him in the long run, or something.

Cause for the past twenty minutes at the table. He has done nothing, but talk about himself.

Like I mean from his favourite type of tea, to his favourite ice cream.

I mean the guy look sixty. Is ice-cream even good for sixty-year olds.

I was even waiting for him to announce his favourite toothpaste and size of socks.

The table was quiet for a few moments, as my mum and Stephan looked at each other. Like I wasn't sitting there.

I'm pressure that my mum has totally forgotten that I'm here.

I took one of my metal knives, and purposely fell it on the floor.

It made a loud noise, that I hoped was loud enough to bring them out of their gaze.

Their eyes turned to me and I muttered an, "oops, didn't mean to do that!"

"So Kimberly , do you know abo--" Stephan started but I cut him off.

"My name is Natasha" I repeates for at least the hundredth time.

Man, this Stephan guy. Sure loved talking about himself, and forgetting a lot.

"Yeah, sorry Natashia" he apolgized.

Natasha! Natasha!! NATASHA!!! I mean it's not that hard.

I nodded my head, even though he didn't get my name right, at least it was an improvement. Than the last ninety-nine times that he tried.

"I'm not sure if you're mother told you this. But we're getting married!" he announced.

"I know!" I replied.

"Really? And it's alright with you?" he asked, like he couldn't believe his ears.

"You guys were going to get married any ways. Whether I liked it or not, so I might just support it now!" I shrugged.

"That's not true honey. We would respect your decision. Whatever it may be" my mum argued.

I looked at her, with my eyebrow raised, "Seriously mum?"

"Fine, maybe we would still have gotten married. But that doesn't mean anything" she defended.

I rolled my eyes, "Sure thing mum. I'm definitely not doubting every single word that you just said."

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