Chapter Two: Step Dad
“Where have you been?! I’ve been worried all day and you haven’t responded to my calls!” Aaron said while standing in the door frame of the living room to the kitchen as I was trying to walk upstairs to go to my room. I walked down the stairs to talk to him not realizing I still had the shirt in my hands.
“I was arguing with Mom,” I said as tears started to fill my eyes, I’m scared. My stepdad terrifies me. He has brown hair and a muscular build.
“Brandon, you know better than to argue with your mother. And what is this?!” He grabbed the shirt out of my hands and started holding it up.
“A gay pride shirt?! You're not even gay! This is disrespectful! Come here.” He said sternly.
“I'm gay,” I said with tears beginning to come out of my eyes.
“Oh?” His tone changed from anger to surprise. That’s the first time he got mad at me.
“So, you are. I'm disappointed in you, Brandon. It's not acceptable for a man to be gay. You know what happens to men like that? They go to hell.” He said in a softened tone.
“I can't help I like men. I'm sorry.” I said trying to stop crying. He then grabs my cheeks roughly and forces me to look at him.
“You will learn not to disrespect your family like this. I'm going to have to teach you some manners. Come with me.” He told me aggressively.
“You have no right to punish me! you aren't my real dad!” I raised my tone. He then grabs me by the hair and forces me into his and my mother's room slamming the door behind him.
“You will learn that I am your father now, and I will do as I please.” He says as he lets go of my hair and grabs my arm forcing me onto the bed.
“Aaron please don't hurt me, please!” I begged in fear. He leans in, his breath is hot against my neck.
“You better learn some respect, Brandon. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm just going to teach you some manners. Now, spread your legs for me.” I felt repulsed.
“Ew no! That's gross.” I spat out in disgusted rage and fear.
“I said, spread your legs!" He grabbed my wrists and pis my wrists down above my head, holding my wrists there while using the other hand to pull my legs apart. I start kicking.
“No! Please no! I'll tell Mom!” I said with a raspy tone of voice from my fear.
“You're going to do as I say, Brandon. I don't want to have to use any more force than I already am. Now, keep your legs spread.” He warned, his voice was low and menacing. I start trying to shut my legs.
“Stop!” I continue to try my best at trying to not show my fear of my stepfather's abuse. What is he going to do to me? I’m not spending the night here with this creep, I’m staying over at my dad's tonight after school. He leans down, his breath hot against my skin as he growls in anger
“You're going to learn that you can't disobey me. I'm your father now, and I'll make sure you respect me and this family.”
“I’ll tell Mom!” I yelled. He grabs my legs and spreads them wider, holding them down by my ankles.
“Do you want to see what happens when you disobey your father?”
“You're not my dad,” I growled. I’ve never felt more fear than I felt then. I was angry, scared, and upset.
“I am now. And I'm the only one who can give you the discipline you need. Now, close your mouth and open your legs wider." He forces my legs apart even further, making it impossible for me to close them. I scream and try to move around.
“You're being difficult, Brandon. That's not going to look good for you." He whispers as he reaches down and begins to touch me where I don't want to be touched.
"You should have listened when I first asked."
“Aaron no!” I gasp. I felt so disgusting. He forces me to look up at him as he continues to touch me, his expression cold and hard.
"Don't ever disobey me again, Brandon. Do you understand? You will respect me and this family, no matter what it takes."
“I'll stop please just let me go!” I begged. I didn’t want it to escalate. I want to give my virginity to my boyfriend, not my creepy stepdad.
“You know what happens when you disobey your father? You get punished. And I'm going to punish you good." I felt so gross.
“Please no!” I begged with tears flowing down my face. I never thought my stepdad would touch me like this. This is wrong. I’m only 15. I’m only a kid. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head, holding them tightly as he continues to touch me inappropriately.
"You're going to learn your place in this family, Brandon.”
“Ew this is gross” I felt terrified and this was just putridly disgusting. He chuckles darkly.
“It's not supposed to be pleasant for you, Brandon. Now, are you going to continue being difficult or are you going to apologize and show your father some respect?"
“I'm sorry please don't punish me,” I said ashamedly. I wish I were strong enough to fight back. I’m weak. His cold gaze softens slightly.
“I'm glad you've learned your lesson, Brandon. But remember, disobedience won't be tolerated.” I nod in response.
“Good boy.” He praises, releasing my wrists from his grip as he finally lets go of me. I then look at the clock and remember I have to go see my boyfriend before I go to school. I promised him I’d stop by before school and take him to my house while my stepdad is at work, he said he wanted to show me something.
“I need to go to school soon, is it fine if I go?” I lied. I knew he wouldn’t let me go to another boy's house knowing I’m gay.
“Of course. You need to be respectful and obedient both in and out of the house. Always remember that." He said, giving me a stern look.
"You can go now. But remember, disobedience will have consequences." I then grab my backpack and start walking out the door.
“Yes sir.”
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