Is that my New stepson? (18+)

Reflect

"Over there he's been staring at you all night" Selene's giddy voice squealed robbing me of my sheer focus on the menu.

My sister teeth all out vigorously

shaking my arm interrupting my options. My focus has been disrupted and I turn my head to what she was fan- girling over, ten feet away sitting under a luminescence of a brownish orange color of the bar light casting a shadow on the right side of his body the medium midnight beard he sported that connected to his side burns are well trimmed and meat decorating his sharp jawline

Heba. The most handsome guy in our school.

He sits across from us at the

bar, midnight hair combed throughly on the top of his head loose locs fell neatly On top of his head brushing past his ears, olive skin like that if dripping Caramel qualifying him under the Tall dark and handsome physic women love so much. My favorite golden eyes that I occasionally caught looking at my direction every second along with that panty dripping smile the pearly whites only seem to do me no Justice In Trying to look away. The intense eye contact with the darkening pupils gives me the

impression he really is checking me out.

He's known for his excellent grades and rich

background, with his six- four masculinity he's

also currently the star of all sports he's ever

touched.

"Go talk to him" that annoying voice speaks

again breaking me from the daze I was going into

"No f**k that, let him come to you" that

voice debates again, is she telling me or trying

to convince herself?

I stare at her side profile as she looks at him. I look at her, getting a good study of her reactions studying the stars in her eyes and the red flushing through her cheeks from her brown skin. Her eyes never falter

she watches and ogles at him do the tiniest things.

"Omg he's coming!" She delivers a small slap to

my hand quickly turning her head away fan girling .. I should sticky note the word "obvious" on her forehead. I passively turn my head back to him immediately shrinking in my seat, my eyes travel down his long lean and muscular body ; clothes sticking to his body like skin, hands in pockets as his long legs strides towards us. I look at him from

head to toe; Black dress shoes, diamond squared earrings that twinkle like stars in his ear lobes, curly hair swaying back, black slim trousers, white long-sleeved shirt.

Yummy.

"Goes evening ladies" a baritone voice speaks invading my mind snapping me out of my trance, his large frame comes into my view - broad shoulders with muscled arms stood with an intimidating presence above me with darkened eyes - his heavenly cologne hits my nostrils clouding my thoughts, shamelessly I inhaled a greedy portion visibly liquifying onto the floor, but no, it's not my imagination. I'm literally melting; I can feel the liquid running down my legs, His voice rich accent coated and powerful it sent shivers from my spine to my p***y.

Fuck I'm not wearing underwear.

"Hi" my sister says shyly, he nods with a smile politely in a way to acknowledge her presence just for being there and then passively turned to me, "Hey" I say sounding bored.

An hour later

My sister nearly spits out her drink as she laughs at Hebas jokes. He is funny. But I can't laugh. He sat down with us after my sister nearly forced him with twisted events, he sat right next to me in the booth, each sound coming from his throat shakes the seat and electricity is sending signals to my p***y, it feels so good. I squeeze my thighs tightly together when he starts chuckling f**k, I'm going to come, his phone starts ringing and he winced " I've got to take this call ladies, I'll be back, he walks away, I feel eyes burn my cheek I turn to face my sister I gasp as I nearly have a heart attack at her wide eyes and wide smile,

The power of Christ compels you.

Placing a hand over my heart I exhale deeply

"I almost punched you thinking you were a demon please don't ever do that face again"

"Go for it He's definitely into you" she says completely ignoring my threat.

"You think so?" I debate biting my lips while daydreaming a life with Heba . Not bad.

"Come on you have always loved him and it's clear he feels the same" she interrupted.. Again

"I don't know Selene dad would flip" I counter

"I'll cover for you" she smiles and foolishly I was convinced.

Months go by and I fell madly in love with Heba, somehow our relationship went by Unnoticed by dad, my sister always being the supportive woman I thought she was di a great job keeping our relationship under the radar. We reached senior year and Heba strangely turned cold, not answering his phone, going out without me and even getting more aggressive. I already knew the answer I just didn't know with who, yet I foolishly confided in my sister, and she played her cards well.

"That bastard I can't believe I liked him"

"When I get my hands on him I'm going to punch him.

I was completely convinced when she mentioned that We should follow him and I agreed but something was still eating me up I just didn't know what yet.

The plan was simple I was to put on his locations when I had his phone and head to that location. See simple. literally anyone could think of that. I proceeded with the plan picked a proper day and followed the steps I told my sister I'm headed out; I kept my eyes on the rear-view mirror staring at her the whole time while she looked at me through window like a spy.

Didn't she say WE should follow him?

I drove for 10 minutes with a feeling of uncertainty and park somewhere when my mind finally gets to me. A thought I desperately wished wasn't true surfaced and raised my eyebrows. With an indecisive feeling I turned back to return home, Empty parking Lot, so far, no suspicions were raised. I park my car a block down and walked the rest of the way, I made it to the house careful not to make any loud noises; so far, my beating heart relaxed tremendously my worrying almost came to a halt everything was normal until I heard a creak upstairs, in Selene's room. With furrowed brows I quietly crept up the stairs, the loud beating of my heart felt like it might alert them; either that or the staggered breaths that kept escaping my lips. With each creak the giggles grew louder - Selene isn't known for laughing or giggling all too well thus adding onto my unsettling skeptism- I pause at the door I hadn't noticed tears until the taste of fresh water fell on my tongue however I did feel my chest thundering threatening to rip out of its barricade.

It just can't be, It couldn't

I was just about ready to die when I heard her sultry voice.

"so where'd you leave the burner phone" my sister says

Than he spoke" somewhere in the next town"

Laughter And squealing take over and my knees are ready to bend.

" I love you Selene"

"I love you more Heba"

Kisses on top of kisses are the only sounds left.

This is real? Am I actually in the other end of betrayal? What did I do?

Whatever I was holding drops and silence takes over

"What was that?" Selene says

"Hang on " Heba speaks

I can't move I can't breathe my head down I watch the foot of the door swing open and a scream pierces my ears.

"Liz? Omgggg Liz when did you"?

A strong hand grips my shoulders I look up to a panicking Heba and a crying Selene my eyes trailed down to two Naked bodies one had a towel around her.

They betray me and they want to play victim?

I saw red.

Heba met the back of my hand and a kick to his man hood Tumbling to his knees gripping his genitalia for dear life .

Fucker didn't want kids anyways. Selene held her own as best as she could when I launched myself towards her Scratching and punching we were neck and neck her only leverage was I had clothes on, I was easier to take down.

"You Traitorous Pig" I screamed and she met the back of my hand as well, her tears and blood meant nothing to me as she lay there Cupping her bleeding cheeks crying Inaudibly,

I turn to find a fully clothed Heba sitting down on the edge of the bed elbows to knees and head buried deep in between, i calm down and wait for Selene to dress but as she finished the front door opens . f**k dad is home . No matter I'm in the clear these two are the ones with blood on their hands. She reads the maniacal look on my face and frantically follows me with Heba behind . The f**k?

Dads jaw nearly touched the floor as he saw the boy that's not suppose to be in his house deadly eyes scan Heba than turn to me and Selene examining our clothes and marks our bodies, he turns to Selene "what happened?"

My jaw touches the floor when Selene starts to explain her lies.

As if a navy speaking to his commander " I came home and Selene was trying to get in this boys pants and he kept telling her no and pushing her I walked in to break it off when she attacked me to and all I tried to do was to get her to stop".

Eyes wide, lips trembling both arms at side , when she noticed dad was still iffy about the story she adds on something that sealed my fate "This isn't the first time daddy she's always going out always wanting to party and I tell her No she just doesn't listen" dads face contorted and Heba was forgotten immediately, he stalks towards me and I am than met with the back of his hand I tumble on the ground shocked fighting tears when father murmured the words I have longed been Afraid of as a 17 year old Caribbean woman.

"Get out of my house"

"Dad I-" my words fly out of my mouth when I'm met with the back of his hand once more.

I stay silent tears my vision blurring my eyes managed to look up to see the 2 figures I blink and tears fall down, Selene and heba stand close both of their heads down in remorse I'm almost convinced when my eyes travel down and I see both thier hands... conjoined .

I blink out of that painful memory I can still feel the sting of my father's slap every time that memory is conjured since than my life hasn't been taken seriously I've been a joke everywhere I go even now the reality of my life haunts me as I stare my future ex husband in the eyes as he sits across from me doing the same with the divorce papers in the Middle.