Heiress To The Throne

Chapter 3

{Trigger Warning: Fondling and attempted r**e scene}

Camille's POV

When I pulled up in the driveway I finally checked my messages.

Damn.

Looks like my mom's work trip has been extended until the end of the weekend. She wont be back until Monday.

Ugh. I wish I had checked my messages before I pulled in the driveway. I look up at the house and see him looking out the window at me. He smiles at me, his smile reminds me of the smiles you'd see in a movie when a pedo is watching children at a playground.

I give him the finger and through him my meanest look back.

He chuckles and exits the window disappearing from view.

His name is Tim.

My Moms' creepy, douchbag boyfriend who doesnt deserve my mom. My Mom's Husband died years before she adopted me and she been all alone all this time besides her best friend, Skyy's Mom.

I think shes been so lonely that she unfortunately settled for Tim they've been together for about 2 years now. I've never liked the way his eyes roamed over me when Mom was looking. But I ignored it because he never said anything or touched me. And even though he's a freaking waste of oxygen and space he comforts my Mom just being here. And she deserves that after her first love died in a car accident.

I decided to grab something to eat, take a shower since I skipped a shower rushing out of bed this Morning, do some homework and then pack and head to Skyy's until Mom comes back.

I send Sky a text: 'Hey got a few things to do then I'm heading over to your place for the weekend until Mom gets back from out of town. Be there later tonight.'

Ok girl see you then.

I sigh, then get out the car and head into the house.

I dont see Tim in sight, thank God. I head to the kitchen and set my stuff down. Afterwards, I head to the kitchen. the countertop is littered with beer cans. I clear off a small place so I can get myself something to eat.

I open the fridge to grab the things I need to make me a couple sandwhiches. I grab turkey lunch meat, cheese, mayo, mustard and as im shutting the fridge door I damn near have a heart attack as Tim is standing behind the door.

"Jesus Christ, why are you slinking around being a weirdo!" I yelled.

"Is that anyway to talk to your step-dad?" he says slightly slurring his words.

"You ARE NOT my Step-dad and even if Mom married you God forbid, you STILL would NEVER be my stepdad! Now if you'd excuse me and stop being a weirdo I am trying to fix something to eat." I huff.

He cuts his eyes at me but stalks off.

I finish preparing my food, grab a couple bottles of water and some chips to snack on with my sandwhiches and head to my room and lock my door.

I eat and then decide to work on reading up on some chapters in my school books some teachers had ,entioned we'd start in class tomorrow.

At some point in getting ahead in my school studying (which helps me maintain my straight A's and 4.0 GPA) I fell asleep. I imagine reoccuring nightmares dont actually let you wake up feeling refreshed.

I decide to take a quick shower before I start getting ready to go to SKyy's for the rest of the weekend.

Once in the shower I let the water run over me. I actually noticed I'm actually feeling a little achy regarding my muscles. I wonder as the water cascades down me if I've felt this all day and just noticed or if not I wonder why the slight muscle ache is there.

Anyway, I wash my hair and then clean myself before stepping out to dry.

As Im drying myself a weird vibe passed over me for so strange reason and I had no idea why. As I paused drying myself to ponder this feeling I swore I saw the door knob twitch as if someone was trying to test to see if it was locked.

"Im in here, " I call out.

No response.

Maybe I imagined it I think as I resume drying myself and wringing out my wet hair before wrapping a towel around me.

As I open the door Tim is standing in my way grinning with his creepy pedo smile again.

"Move Tim"

He didn't move as his eyes looked my up in down in only my towel.

I was disgusted and angry at how vunerable I realized I was. But I refused to outwardly show that.

"MOVE TIM!" I said again screaming at him.

He looked back up at my face and slowly back out the door frame barely leaving me room to get through. But f**k it, Ill take what I can get. I need to get out of here until Moms back. He feels off more than usual and I dont trust time further than I can throw him, which wouldnt be far at all.

"Look your Moms not around there's no need to be a tight-ass around just me. I see you looking at me I know you want me. You wouldnt be the first to be to be attracted to me."

Nausea churned in my stomach. I wanted to throw up.

"First of all Tim, gross, I would never be attracted to someone like you. And for you to say those things while im standing in nothing but a towel, mind you that im also only 16, just disgusting. You're giving off real pedo vibes. I almost vomitted in my mouth when you said that stupid shit." I ranted.

"You little b***h how dare you! Im gonna have to train that mouth of yours since your moms not around," he said then proceeded to slap me to the ground. As I tried to scramble back into a standing position this time he punched me in the stomach causing me shortness of breath as i held my stomach as i struggled to breath on the floor.

Tim didnt stop there. He grabbed me by my ankles and started draggin me to my Mom's room. Adrenaline kicked in as I snatched one of my ankles out of he hand and kicked him in the stomach. He doubled over and I took the opportunity to get off the ground and sprint to my door. I had just pushed it open when he grabbed me by my wrist yanking me backwards. This caused me to lose my balance from my momentum being thrown off. The towel I had been holding onto for dear life this entire time slipped from my hands as braced to catch myself from my balance being interrupted.

I caught the door frame keeping myself upright as my towel hit the ground. I was completely naked and mortified and immediately felt disgusting. I went to punch him in his nose with my free hand but he caught my wrist. He now had both my wrist locked in a vice grip.

He was going to r**e me, my mind now consummed with this thought.

No!

I will not give up.

I just need one opportunity and I will free myself and think of my next move from there.

Just.

One.

Opportunity!