My Step Father 1
Rileyâs P.O.V
âRILEY! Get your ass down here now!â My mom has been hollering for me for the past I donât know few minutes.
âIâm coming LISA!â I grab my phone exiting my room shutting my door heading downstairs.
I donât know what she wants from me man. I hear another voice besides my mothers and it sounds familiar but I canât quite put my finger on it. When I finally get downstairs I see who it is. My new âSTEP DADâ he ainât nothing to me. Yeah, him and my mother just got married but theyâve been together for like a year or two now.
âWhat Lisa? What do you want.â Making it to the bottom step rolling my eyes at her.
âMichaelâs here.â
âReally? I didnât know that.â I look over at him and he gives me a smile.
âWatch your attitude.â She snapped.
âYeah. yeah. Is that all?â I stand there not amused by his presence at all.
âWell heâs going to be moving in with us you know since we just got married. But I have to take care of some business so while Iâm gone heâs going to be here. Try and get a long with him.â She gives me that âyou better do as I sayâ look but it doesnât phase me at all.
âWhatever. I need a juice.â I mumble going into the kitchen.
âJuice. Juice. Where are you? I know I just had you earlier.â I have a habit of talking to myself. I search and search in the refrigerator but I canât find it.
âUm, what are you looking for?â His soft voice asked. I completely ignored him shutting the refrigerator door searching the kitchen for my juice.
âRiley, what are you looking for? Maybe I can help you.â
âI donât need your help man. Aha I found you!â I go over to the kitchen counter and get my bottle of apple juice.
âThatâs what you were looking for? I couldâve told you.â I give him a âyour stupid lookâ.
âLook, Riley I came in here to talk to you.â
âYeah, well you see that picture right there?â I point to the one of me on the refrigerator door that my mom hung up.
âTalk to it.â I take the last drink of my juice before throwing the bottle away.
âRiley, Iâm really trying here. I donât want our relationship to be toxic.â
âFor starters, we have no relationship. Second, there will never be a relationship. Three, I donât care what the hell you are trying to do. Four, I just simply hate you. Five, we are done here.â He stands there speechless not knowing what to say. I give him a once over look before walking passed him, heading upstairs to my room.
Why? Why does this world hate me? Everything was perfectly fine 3 years ago. There was no Michael. There was no heart break. There was no hostility. We were just one big happy family. Now, I canât even see my father. My mom says itâs his fault why the marriage didnât work. She keeps telling me he wants nothing to do with me when literally he calls me multiple times a day to see how Iâm doing. She wonât let me live with him. Iâm 18. I can make my own decisions. My mom literally hates me. She treats me like garbage. Doesnât have a care in the world. I wake up wanting to die. Ever since sheâs gotten with Michael sheâs been completely different towards me. Itâs always about him. She never has time for me. But yet she never lets me out to go do stuff. Speaking of the devil here she comes barging in my room.
âWhy the hell do you have to act up all the time?!â She basically yells in my face.
âIâm not acting up! If I donât want to have a fucking relationship with him then I donât have to!â I spit back into her face.
âYOU WILL LEARN TO LOVE AND RESPECT HIM DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME!? YOU ALWAYS RUIN EVERYTHING FOR ME! YOUR JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER! A LOW LIFE WHO WILL NEVER AMOUNT TO NOTHING!â
âGo to hell LISA!â She slaps me in the face really hard twice, before storming out of my room slamming my door behind her. I lay on my bed holding my stinging cheek with tears rolling down my face. I heard my door open and close.
âA-are you okay?â I know damn well he didnât just welcome himself into my room. I sit up with a wet face letting go of my cheek.
âDoes it look like Iâm fucking okay!?â When he seen my handprinted cheek his eyes got wide.
âOh my god what happened to you.â He started walking over to me but I stopped him.
âLike you fucking care!â He continues walking over to me coming closer until his cold hand came in contact with my cheek. I push him away.
âGet the fuck away from me! You caused this!â He looks at me stunned.
âH-how did I cause it?â
âYOUR CRY BABY ASS TOLD MY MOM! WHY DO YOU LIKE RUINING MY LIFE! ITâS JUST GOTTEN WORSE SINCE YOU CAME AROUND! I HATE YOU!â
âB-but I was just tellin he-â
âI DONâT GIVE A DAMN! GET THE HELL OUT!â He looked heart broken turning around leaving before shutting the door.
I canât believe I let him touch me! He did this shit! I despise him. He caused this mess. I fucking hate it! But I lay down on my bed cuddling my blanket drifting off into a bad sleep.