Preface...
3 years ago...
"Gabrella! Alisha! Dinners ready!" Mom's vocie ringed up from downstairs, I smelled ribs as its scent climbed up the stairs. Mom always made the best ribs in town, I eagerly climbed down the stairs and bolted for the kitchen. The kitchen door made a loud bang when I pushed to hard to get in. Mom jumped and dropped her fork onto her plate, and my big sister gave me a startled, exasperated look. "Hungry much?" she teased annoyingly, I blushed embaressed and sat down at my plate and hungriely scarfed down my food. "Sooo? How was your day girls?" my Mom started uneaisly, she looked uncomfortable and a little fearful, but I ignored it "Good" I muttered around my food. Alisha frowned suspicous at our Mom's unusual sober mood, "Good. Whats up Mom?" Alisha asked and I gave my big sis a pointed look. She glared back at me and looked back at my Mom with demanding eyes, Mom seemed to squirm under them. "Um...why would you think somethings wrong?" Mom stuttered and I looked up from my food, now demanding an answer to her mood. Mom sighed and her shoulders slumped in defeat, and that alone scared the hell out of me. I swallowed my last bit of food and repeated my sister's question, "Mom what's wrong?" I demanded, fear splaying on my face. Mom slumped even futher at mine and Alisha's gazes, and my fearless sister started to look scared."Mom?" Alisha asked uncertain what Mom will say. "Sweethearts there is something important I need to tell you..."
Current Day...
"WHAT!" I schreeched, Harold or my Dad winced as my loud vocie seemed to perice his eardrums, "Jesus Gabrella it's just a year that's it!" Harold assured me and it only made it worse. "YOU WANT TO SEND ME TO MY SISTER WHO I HAVENT SEEN IN FUCKIN TWO YEARS! AND STAY THERE FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR? ARE YOU FUCKIN INSANE-" I started before Harold cut me off "DO NOT USE THAT TONE AND LANGUAGE WITH ME YOUNG LADY!" Harold yelled his egg-shapped face turning red, as I used the f-word on him. I outright glared at the man who I call Dad, and he took a deep breath to calm himself. I didnt even try to cover my disgust as he breathed rancid breath on me as he exhaled. "Listen Sweetie it's only intil you finish school, that's it-" he started calmly but I cut him off "Dont ever call me SWEETIE again!" I hissed at him and I turned on my heel and stormed back into my bedroom, and slammed the door in his face as he tried to stop me. I quickly locked the door as he jiggled the doorknob, "ARRGH!" he screamed and the door shook at the force of his kick. "Alisha will be here tommorow to pick you up and I want you to be ready understood?...UNDERSTOOD?" he screamed when I didnt answer him, "Understand kamprendo" and I gave a mock salute to the shut door. I heard Harold huff angrily and stomp away, I sighed and ran a hand through my platnium blond hair, that I unfortunaly inheirted from my Dad. I got up from my rickity old bed and pulled out two black suitcases from under my bed, I walked over and grabbed my trusty i-pod and shoved the buds in my ears, and drowned the world out with hard rock as I packed my bags. As I gave a small peck to my stuffed bunny , and small knock on my door got through of my music wall. I turned off the music and yanked the buds out of my ears, and gingerly opened my abused door to reveal...Lord help me. My step-mother Alisson Mayweather. She was a lengthy woman but shorter by a few inches than me, and was in her mid-thirties while my Dad was in the early forties. Already proven how hoeish she is now, but here she was as brunnete glory topped of with a slinky night gown to her knees, standing at my door. I sighed and rolled my eyes at the poor women "Watta want Ali?" I asked in an annoyed tone, Alisson's face turned bright red at my nickname I called her "I wanted to tell you to be more nice to your father than a snotty bitch you are...but then again once a bitch always a bitch eh pumpkin?" she sneered, pulling back her lips permantly pink for all the hooker red lipstick, and showing cigrette stained, lipstick smudged teeth. My cheeks and ears turned red as she called me a bitch, "Dude you seriously got a problem, pick on kids your own age man...oh wait maybe you are my age, but you just look like a old hag because you were always fucked by so many old men that it weared off on you." I sneered back at her, Alisson's face turned red and I gave myself a mental pat on the back. Alisson huffed angrily and stormed back into her and Dad's room, and slammed the door. I grinned in triumph as I watched her retreat, I crouched down and and winced at the forming dent in my door. I stood up and sighed and gingerly closed my door and locked it, you never know when Dad got drunk and lumbered into my room thinking I was Alisson and tried to have sex with me. Unfortunaly its happened a few times, the only close call was when he had me butt naked pinned down on my bed. His cock positioned over my pussy ready for entry, when thank the lord Alisson ramed in and dragged Harold out of there. I quickly pulled on my nightgown and started locking the door ever since, later the next day Alisson had a 'talk' with me about stealing other peoples men. I smartly retorted back that she has stealed plenty of men in her short life time, and that was about the end of the conversation. I shuddered at the old memory and stripped down and pulled my favorite silk jammies and clammored into bed, ending the nightmare.
