My Stepfather's Prisoner

"Rrrriiiinnngggg!!!"  I groan as I smack the alarm clock, hearing it hit the floor from my nightstand. The sun's rays are trespassing through my window shades as I try to close my eyes and fall back asleep.  My eyes opened wide as I heard my bedroom door creak open slowly.  "You should be getting up." He whispered as I heard his footsteps start to come to the foot of the bed.  My heart started to pound in my chest. I pulled the covers back from my head and sat up with my knees to my chest. "Okay, I will Joe," I said, looking at the sheets, not wanting to look at his eyes.  Joe is my step-father. The only father I have known. The only father I have.  "Good, it's your first day back at school. Senior year." Joe leans down to try and look at my face.  I looked up at him, looking at the smile that he saw on his face. "Yeah, I guess it is."  "Well get ready. We will be leaving in 40 minutes." Still having that smile on his face, he walks out of the room and closes the door. I slowly get up, waiting to hear his footsteps fade, then run into my bathroom and lock the door. "First Day of school, yay," I mumble sarcastically as I step into the lukewarm shower and get ready.  "Ashley! 15 minutes until we have to leave!"  I hear Joe telling me that I do not have much time until I am expected to be by the front door ready to head to school. I have been trying on clothes for the past 10 minutes and nothing is fitting or it is ripping. I do not have any clothes that are new or even fit for my body. All of my clothes are the same outfits that I have been wearing since middle school. Joe believes that buying new clothes is a waste of money when he has a closet full of clothes. Joe has not bought me any new clothes since 8th grade. I hit puberty around my freshman year of high school with a big, perky chest and well-defined curves. My clothes rip and tear every time I try them on.  "Ten minutes, Ashley!" I take in a deep breath as I try to suck in everything I have to fit on a pair of very tight skinny jeans. I feel a slight tear in my inner thighs as I exhale after the exercise of jumping and pulling. I sigh, trying to find a shirt that will be able to go over my breasts. I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my outfit and shaking my head, seeing how ridiculous I looked. I am lucky to have a slim, curvy body but unlucky in how slutty these tight clothes make me look. The redshirt that I got from Goodwill three years ago has become a crop top on me, exposing my belly completely and my super-super skinny jeans barely coming up to my hips.  Everyone calls me a slut for how I dress and think that I do this for attention. All of the guys look at me like I am prey, wanting to rip me out of those clothes and pound me. Even some of the teachers look at my body with hungry, lustful eyes.  I start to run my hands over my body and take a second glance at myself to make sure that the fabrics will stay together by the end of the day. I jumped when I saw a pair of eyes staring at me from the mirror. I turned around to see Joe looking at me from the door frame. "You scared me," I mumbled. Never take his eyes off of my body. "It is time to go in a few minutes. Are you ready?" I nod my head, put my arms around myself to cover my belly and other body parts.   "I expect you by that door in 2 minutes." He steps away from the doorframe and out of the hallway. "First Day of Hell, here we come," I whispered to myself as I took one quick glance in the mirror and grabbed my backpack before heading towards the door to where Joe was standing with the front door open for me.  I step onto the porch and look toward the neighbor's house where I see huge moving trucks and men unloading furniture and boxes. Joe closes the door and steps behind me, feeling his breath on the back of my neck. "I see our neighbors are moving in." His jaw clenches at the sight.  I walked into the passenger side of Joe's car and put on my seatbelt. I wish I could have my own car or take the bus to school, but Joe insists that he takes me to school every day so that we can have a chat in the morning.  "Are you happy that this is your last year of school?" I look out the window to see all of the landscapers trimming the bushes and mowing the grass of each house we drive by.  "Ashley?"  Joe puts his hand on my thigh and I flinch, gently moving my thigh away from his hand and pulling my body closer to the door. "I guess." Looking back out of the window. Joe pulls back his hand and puts it back on the steering wheel. "I have to stay at work late tonight, so you have to take the bus home." I looked over at Joe, trying hard not to smile for the joy that I would have the house to myself for a while. Finally, Joe pulls up to the curb of my school and I can already see students looking at me through the window, gossiping about me to their friends.  "I hope you have a good day." Joe looks over at me and smiles. I nodded at him, giving him a small smile as I stepped out of the truck, adjusting fabrics to feel more comfortable. As I close the door, I see everyone looking at me and whispering to each other as I head for the main doors. Here it goes.