I Slept With My Stepbrother And I Liked It

Annabelle Pov The truth destroys you before it sets you free. First like a silence, a whisper, then it came banging loudly to be free. “Die! You deserve to die!” His loud, threatening voice rang through my ear as blood-shooting eyes pierced into my eyes, looking deep into my soul. I shivered in confusion, blood all over my hands as I watched him fall across the bridge, his body plunging deep into the ocean. “You pushed him!” “You killed him!” “You're a monster!” That disturbing voice kept hallucinating in my head as I ran into the woods, almost losing my mind. —--- “Get the f**k up!” Like someone who had been hauled from the depths of an ocean, I gasped awake. I felt a cold, wet substance all over my body, pulling me back to reality as I realized my entire body was drenched—water soaking my body mixed with my own sweat. Zara stood above me. “Take your lazy ass off the bed.” She hissed. I managed to open my eyes and I saw the bucket she had used to pour water on me still in her grip. Anger surged through me, upon seeing the triumph smile on her face. But I wasn't bothered by that. Instead, I was in total confusion of another threatening episode of my life. Are those memories mine? “Why are you in my room?” My voice came in a whisper as my heart kept pounding against my chest, begging to break free. “Wait, are you having another episode of your trauma?” She asked, squinting her eyes in pretentious shock. “What did you mean?” I muttered, trying to pretend like I didn't hear her just now. “I think you need to see Doctor Charles.” Then she turned around facing the door. “Mummy, Anna is having another episode of…” Before she could complete her words, I rushed towards her, and slammed my hands against her mouth, stopping her from being heard, then I dragged her back into the room. This is not good. Mother mustn't find out that I haven't overcome the trauma from two years ago, else I’ll be locked up in a room for rehabilitation and resetting my brain, like mother has always said. It was lonely, painful, and I don't want to experience that again. “Hmmm…hmmm…” Zara grumbled, and tried to speak, but I didn't let her go until I locked the door behind us, then I pushed her on the bed. “What!” She screamed, the moment I let go of her mouth. “Do I look sick to you? I'm perfectly fine and don't need a doctor!” I yelled at her, trying to hide the fear under my voice. Zara stared at me for long, then she burst into a sudden laughter. “Are you scared? Come on, I will be happy if you're gone for days. No, maybe months. Your presence annoys me.” “Don't you tell Mum anything, I'm perfectly…” I paused when I heard a knock on my door, causing all the blood in my body to drain, and I almost stopped breathing at the thought that mother had heard our conversation. “Anna, are you in there?” Edna, my best friend's voice, echoed through the closed door and I let out a deep breath of relief. I gave Zara a last warning look before heading towards the door. I opened the door. “Edna, you didn't tell me you were coming.” “I have been calling your number, but it was switched off.” “Oh, yes.” I scratched my head. “I was invited to Tem's birthday party. I don't know if you're interested…” “Yes, I will go with you.” I cut her off before she could complete her words. “Are you sure you can attend?” Zara said behind me. “Of course, I'm perfectly fine, and will attend it. Now leave my room.” I pointed towards the door. Edna and Zara don't always click, so she had no reason to stay longer. The moment she was out of my room, I locked the door and turned to face Edna, who was staring at me in shock. “Are you sure?” She muttered under her breath, and I understand why she's acting this way. For the past two years, since the accident that happened, I have never attended any social gathering. I always stay in my room all day overthinking everything about my life because I was too scared to come out after the death of— “Wow, this is a sign of a new beginning.” Edna brought me out of my thoughts while clapping her hands, but I only rolled my eyes. This is no sign of a new beginning. I'm only attending the birthday party to stop my Mum and sister from being suspicious that I'm still battling with the trauma and that I needed a doctor to fix me. “Just for tonight, Ana, you'll be fine.” I muttered to myself, forcing a smile. …….. At The Party My fingers gripped tight to the hem of my dress as we made our way into the party. If I had been tense before, the blasting music from inside made me uncomfortable and self-alerted. I looked around me with fear in my eyes, unsure of why I was scared, but I just couldn't control it. “Come on, let's go and dance.” Edna grabbed my hand and dragged me into the midst of people dancing and vibing to the ongoing music. Everyone was happy, enjoying the show, but my heart was unsettled. It kept beating hard against my chest at every sound of the music. But I forced a smile. I didn't come out here to feel like a s**t. For the first time in two years, I'm attending a social gathering, yet it feels like I'm on the verge of collapsing as my heart keeps clutching tight against my chest. No, I can't do this. I have to leave. I can't breathe. That voice kept ringing in my head, and just when I turned to my side to leave, I saw a waitress passing with drinks. Without thinking twice, I took one and gulped the entire contents. Like magic, my heart palpitations reduced, but it didn't stop entirely. “Oh, this is so fun!” Edna screamed at the top of her voice, swinging her hips to the rhythm of the music and I became jealous of her. I was like this three years ago. Free, happy, and filled with life but after what happened, a larger part of me died that day. I desperately want to live again, but I just don't know how to do it. I'm in a survival mood and each day, I wonder why I'm still breathing, why my heart hasn't given up after all the stress I made it go through. A guy walked towards us and whispered some words into Edna's ear, and she left with him. “See you later.” I read her lips as I watched her leave with a smile. “You'll be fine alone,” I said to myself, forcing a smile on my face, and I began to nod my head to the sound of the music, so I wouldn't start thinking of the worst scenario. My head has never been quiet. It's the worst enemy against me. I was beginning to feel free, nodding my head and feeling a bit of myself, when suddenly, my entire body froze. Flashes of his beautiful smile played in my head. His hand around my waist throbbed in my memory as we danced to our favorite music. No, his favourite music. I can't breathe. I need air. My entire body became hot, I was literally shaking as I clutched my hands around my chest, dashing out of the party hall. I kept bumping into bodies as I fought my way out. Without thinking twice, I went straight to my car and zoomed out of the place at high speed without an idea of where I was going, but it's definitely not home. I drove for what felt like the longest hour of my life, as I kept hitting my hand on the steering wheel and apologizing to my ex, Ziko, as if he were sitting right next to me. “I'm sorry. I'm…so, so sorry.” “I didn't mean to let you go,” I bend my head and wept my heart out, apologizing over and over again, and when I raised my head, I realized that I was on that spot. The same place I watched him fall to his death. Ever since the event that happened three years ago, I have never been here because I was too scared, but here I am without my own conscious mind. I came down from the car, and took slow steps closer to the bridge. Die! Die with him! You don't deserve to live! That haunting voice came again, and I found my legs taking me closer to the bridge. Ever since he was gone, I haven't been living, so what's the point of staying alive… I didn't complete my thoughts before I stepped into something slippery and my legs gave way. First it was a pause, then it came in slow motion as I watched myself topple on the floor, over to the bridge. I didn't know I wanted to live so badly until I'm now face to face with death, but instead of falling deep into the large water below, I saw myself hanging in the air. Has my guardian angel come to save me? My question was answered when I opened my eyes and itmet with pairs of the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. It was cold, and stormy like the ocean, yet still beautiful with the whispering of eerie darkness. He looked at me closely for a few seconds, then let out an exhausted breath. “Sorry, I got the wrong person.” His voice was sharp and deep, and I almost got lost in it until I felt him let go of my hand, but I was quick to grab his wrist before he could move away. “Are you crazy? Let me out of here!” I screamed with all the strength left in me as I stared deep into his eyes in dread and confusion. “I didn't come here to save you.” His voice, as huge as his frame covered my ear again. “So you're actually going to watch me fall to my death?” “Yes,” I couldn't believe my ear, but I heard him clearly. There's no doubt he's a monster in human clothing. “You wish to die, so why should I stop you?” He added. “I…I don't want to die.” My voice came in a whisper, and he only bent his head to the side, watching me closely, as if amused. He was wearing a mask with horrific red and black design, so I couldn't dictate the expression on his face. “But you walked here on your own?” He countered my excuse. Well, I walked here with my legs, but I wasn't in the right state of mind. I let my emotions take total control of me for seconds, but when I came face to face with death a few minutes ago, I never knew my mind wasn't prepared for it. In fact, I came to realize that I want to live so badly. “Please save me,” “Why should I save you?” Should there be a reason why you're saving someone if you're not a murderer or a psychopath? “Are you actually going to watch me die if I don't give you a reason?” “Yes…so what will I get in return for saving you?” “I don't…” Before I could complete my words, he had already let go of my hands, but I was quick to grab him with shaking hands, scratching his veiny hand for my dear life. “Anything! I will give you anything you ask of me.” Came my shaking voice out of fear not for death but for this devil towering above me. In my 18 years of life, I've never met someone as cold-hearted as he is. “Anything?” he asked. I was able to pick on the mischievousness in his voice even though I couldn't see the expression on his face. Though I don't know what I'm signing for, I quickly nod my head. It's better to be safe and alive first. But I was wrong, and I didn't know that I was dealing with the devil itself until the words came out of his mouth. “How about we start by testing that mouth of yours and see if it can save you?” I was taken aback in total shock when this stranger unbuckled his belt and his semi-hard d**k jolted out proudly in front of me. I could not help the shock written all over my face. This is the first time I'm standing this close to a d**k and…and… “What are you waiting for? Suck!”