(A/N Hey everybody! Well, seeing as my last story was an EPIC FAIL; I decided to try a different approach. I saw a story with a similar plot line to this and I really liked it. So I created my own characters, my own story line and my own little universe. This is in no way the same as the other story. Just to make that clear now. But, I will be switching POV's. I will let you know I'm not that mean...please review! This chapter is in the POV of Katherine, or Kate as she'll be referred to. )
A Prologue Of Sorts.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I guess it all started three years ago. Right about the time when my dad said "I do." Marrying us into the next three years of hell. For me anyway.
With all the time spent with my new family, I did grow to love them more and more. It was kind of like my mom hadn't died and these people were my family. My dad was happy again. Smiling again. Singing in the shower again. But, I couldn't shake one thing from my mind. The one thought that stopped me from loving a particular person in my new family the way I should. The fact that I didn't love him at all that way. I guess it was because...
I was in love with my step brother.
I didn't want to admit it. I really didn't want to. So, for three years I kept my feelings bottled up, locked safe and tight in the corners of my heart and my mind. Making sure every time he so much as looked at me, I didn't start hyperventilating. I suppose it didn't help that mine and Matt's bedrooms were joined by a bathroom. With two doors. One leading into my bedroom and one into his. That was it, the space of what nine feet separating us? It was hell for me every time he took a shower, trying not to think of him naked in the room next to me. I normally kept away from him. But when we had to be in the same room as each other, I only spoke to him if I had no other choice. It physically hurt me that I couldn't love him the way I was meant to. That I loved him sinfully, the way that made me dirty. Not to mention incestrious. I tried so hard to love him platonically but, I just...couldn't. I was angry at everyone for putting me in the situation, and I was angry at God for making me love my brother. It was one of the situations you could see happening in the movies. But it was real, so real it hurt.
I hid it from everybody. Nobody could ever know how I felt. Nobody could even assume I felt differently. It took little over a year for me to be in the same room as him for any length of time. I only did this as people might have suspected something was odd if I continued to ignore him. And as my sixteenth birthday approached, I knew it was time to let go of my fear and try and live as if I wasn't head over heels in love with him. I had to pretend everything was normal. I knew what my feelings were. I wasn't some silly thirteen year old girl who felt weird when some boy spoke to her. I was a young woman who lusted after her step-brother. And I had to live with it.