Despised And Devoured By My Step Father

Wedding Bells

Danny's POV

"Move it."

The word wasn't a command. It was a jagged, desperate plea that cut through the quiet kitchen.

I froze, my hand hovered over the marble countertop. I was wearing the red robe I had chosen specifically for its ability to slide off my shoulder with the slightest movement. I had spent ten minutes in front of the mirror, making sure I looked like an invitation to Chadwick.

But Chadwick didn't look at my invitation. He didn't even look at my face, not even once. He stood there in his tuxedo trousers and half-buttoned white shirt, his chest heaving as if he had just run a marathon.

"I.. I was just getting water," I whispered, my voice intentionally soft, trailing a finger along the edge of my robe's belt. "Is the groom getting cold feet? You look stressed."

Chadwick finally lifted his gaze at me, but it wasn't the look I expected. There was no smirk or predatory hunger. Instead, his dark eyes were filled with a raw, bleeding kind of agony. He looked at me and flinched, recoiling as if he had accidentally touched a hot stove.

"I said, move, Danny," Chadwick hissed, his voice trembling. He pushed past me, refusing to let even an inch of my skin touch him. A wave of embarrassment brushed over me. What was I even trying to do? Seduce my mum's husband on the morning of their wedding?

I recalled all the intense moments we had together. I never hated any of them, I enjoyed all of it. Now, all of a sudden, its shattered right before my eyes.

The wedding was a slow motion crash. Every time the priest mentioned purity I felt like he was strangling me. But can you really blame me? Before Mr Chadwick became my mum's fiancé, he was my professor. The man I jerked off to every night. I had spent months drawing his perfect, naked artistic body in my sketchbook, now it was all ruined.

I stood at the altar as a witness, watching the man who had pinned me to a desk only twenty-four hours ago slide a gold ring into my mother's fingers.

He looked at my mum with a frantic, desperate intensity. I could almost see love emojis popping out of his eyes. I guess he really loved my mom. What was I even expecting out of all this? Watching them made my stomach flip.

I had spent two hours drinking expensive champagne and watching Chadwick play the perfect husband.

"Awwwnn, you both look so good together," the damn crowd wouldn't stop complimenting them. I couldn't take it anymore. Gabriel arrived with his friend Leo, a tall, athletic guy with a kind smile. I finally saw an opportunity, one last time to check if Chadwick really didn't feel anything for me.

"You look incredible in that suit, Danny," Leo said, his hand sliding naturally onto my waist line as we moved toward the dance floor.

"Thanks," I breathed, leaning in. I didn't look at Leo. My eyes shifted to the head table. "I feel like dancing. Do you?"

I led Leo right into Chadwick's line of sight. I didn't care if my mum would have suspicions of my sexuality, all I wanted right now was to see her husband get jealous. Leo's hands rested on my waist, over the red bruises Chadwick had left on me. I laughed too loud, tossing my head back, making sure Chadwick would be able to see me.

Chadwick walked over to the microphone stand. He was supposed to be starting a speech about new beginnings and the beauty of family, but the words died in his throat as his eyes caught me. He stared at me and Leo, his face draining of color, as I crushed a kiss on Leo's cheek.

Leo smiled back at me. Chadwick stood there, gripping the microphone so tight, his eyes burned a murderous red.

He stumbled over the opening line of his toast, his voice cracking. The crowd began to murmur, confused by the sudden silence of the man who was usually so articulate. I had pushed him over the edge, and this time I was sure he was going to come running towards me, in disguise of punishment.

An hour later, the crowd had already dispersed from the reception. Everyone was retiring to their homes. I was waiting, standing right outside the building waiting for Chadwick to come growl at me, to prove my suspicions.

A black limousine was parked in the driveway, its headlights cutting through the misty night. My mum was a blur of white silk and pure joy, caught in a circle of bridesmaid as she threw her bouquet into the air.

I turned around, and saw Chadwick. He was moving towards me with a silent speed, catching me by my arm and hauling me into the shadows of the stone pillars near the exit. He looked like a man who had just survived a car crash.

My heart began drumming in a frantic rhythm. This was definitely prove, Chadwick could not bear to see me in the arms of another. He was totally into me, I said in my head.

"I am going away for two weeks," he hissed, his breath hot against my ear, smelling of vintage wine and suppressed rage. He gripped my chin, forcing me to look in his eyes. "I am going to spend every second of this honeymoon f*****g your mother. So any silly ideas you still have in your head, kill it."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a jagged whisper that made my heart stop. "When I get back, I do not want to see you in that house, go back to your dorm. And stay away from me, you freak." He let go of me suddenly, as if my skin had burned him and stepped into the car where my mum was waiting.

My heart and body literally broke into a thousand jagged pieces. This definitely didn't play out the way I wanted it. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead, as my body began to shake uncontrollably.

As the taillights disappeared down the long, winding driveway, I stood alone in the dark. I touched my chin where Chadwick's thumb had gripped. I know now that whatever I thought Chadwick felt for me was entirely my own delusion.