Patsy POV:

It’s difficult to live in a home where your existence doesn't matter at all, but it’s more difficult when out of nowhere your stepfather starts to pick on you.

My name is Patsy, I am 18 years old, and my mother just remarried to a man who appears to be my bully, now.

He wasn’t like this before but since we moved to his bungalow and I celebrated my 18th birthday, things have started to change.

A bizarre change.

Like how he tells me to dress properly, what’s wrong with roaming around in my shorts and bra? After all, I am in my home, but no, he has a problem with it.

For instance, if I wear a tee and to rest my boobs I remove my bra for a while, so he would start nagging me to cover my things which are my nipples.

Like seriously, except for my room, I can’t stay in peace and there also, sometimes I find him barging into me when I am in the most awkward position, like pulling down my bodysuit or standing just in a thong.

“I have given you a room, with a door and lock, why can’t you f**king lock it…” He scolded me, but it was him who entered without my permission so what if he knocks twice and I didn’t hear it?

That shouldn’t be counted.

Before he was warm, and distant, which was quite tolerable but now he is cold and ruthless, Baron, my stepdad, is known for his take-no-prisoners approach to business. He gobbles up his competitors and spits them out again.

I never pay heed to the rumors about his cold and ruthless personality, but now I have started to notice that indeed he deserves those titles.

He has a problem with my shorts, so here I am, buying more shorts.

Yeah…

After I am done shopping with his hard-earned money which pleases me to the core, spending someone else's money is a huge relief, he thinks he can bully me because I am living under his territory.

Well, dream on.

I walked back home with not one, or two, but multiple bags. My mother was as usual not at home. I don’t think she remembers that she gave birth to a girl, 18 years ago.

Since I started to gain my senses, I have realized that my mother never puts any interest in what I am doing nor does she pay attention to anything I say to her, or tell her.

She’s just invincible and on the other side, if I talk about Baron, who is my stepdad. He gives attention to each and everything I do, like noticing the length of my shorts, the curves of my bra, the heels I wear for parties, and the makeup I use.

Like everything, I doubt if someday he would start having a problem with my Tampons too.

Like, “Patsy, these Tampons are not long enough for your pussy, you need longer,” Or it should be, “The little string of tampons is too little, a decent woman would wear a tampon with decent string size.”

Yeah, that would be better.

I laugh at my own jokes and there I hear a firm voice startling me and making me drop my bags instantly.

THUD

“I am not quite shocked to know that your thoughts about me are so indecent, Patsy.”

I turn around to face him, and there he stands, a Greek Goddess. He is six foot tall, with the body of a gladiator, with adorable genes, and with his strict diet plus workout no one could tell that he has just turned 40.

Besides my mother, he looks younger, while my mother is two years younger than him.

What Luck…

He is handsome, rich, and powerful, but an asshole.

“Oh really, Daddy…” I say in sarcasm while batting my eyelashes in fake shyness.

His eyes glimmered, and he instantly looked down at the bags I just dropped, “I hope you haven’t bought something inappropriate this time.”

He says in a stern tone and then bends down to pick the bags up while I try my best to pull them up before he catches what’s inside.

But my bad luck, he has already seen what’s inside.

His eyes widened, and his nose started to flare, what’s so wrong with buying shorts…

“I told you…” He gives me a deadly look that instantly shrinks my heart from fear.

“Why should I listen?” I snap back even with a pounding heart, why do I feel so excited about disobeying him? Why am I feeling so… turned on?

“Because…” He gritted his teeth so hard I could hear the crack in the air, he crumpled one of my shorts in his hand and then threw it back inside the bag as he stood right in front of me, blocking my escape.

“This is my home… And no matter what, you have to listen to me… Otherwise…” He paused, leaning down until his breath fans over my face, “I will kick you and your mother out of this house to rot on the streets like a slut.”

Slut…?

Did he just call me a slut?

“How dare you…” My jaw clenches in utter fury.

“How dare I?” He sneers. “Don’t forget this single string is also paid by my money, not yours, not your mother.” He pulls up the string of my bra from under my dress and mocks shamelessly.

I want to kick him away, and then pounce on him, and then what?

F**k, I don’t know myself, but suddenly his closeness has brought too much heat inside me, I blink away from him instantly, embarrassed of my arousal, “Let me go…”

One minute…

Two minutes…

He stays not moving a fraction, while I keep waiting patiently, my heart thumping too loud now, and his finger remains, pulling the string of my bra making my nipples erect.

No… No…

Don’t get turned on… No…

He is an asshole, your stepfather, he has fucked your mother, Patsy, and you have heard her moaning, don’t lie, my inner beast voice out and I bite my lips, pressing my thighs together, I try my best to not let the emotions manipulate me.

I am the rebel here, I shouldn’t be swooning over him, but his finger.

Damn, it’s brushing my shoulders softly now.

“Patsy…” He breathes, giving tingles to my skin, “If you dare provoke me, the consequences would be very bad… very bad…”

For a moment, I want to consider what the consequences actually are, when suddenly he parts away and then walks away from me, so steadily so smoothly, as though nothing sparked between us just now.

Or maybe I am hallucinating.

****

Get over this asshole’s thought, he is an evil man, a pure evil.

In my mind, I tell myself, who knows if that devil will hear me. Can’t take a chance on that.

I am lying on my bed doing nothing but fantasizing Baron when my phone beeps and there I see a text from Harry.

Harry is the captain of the hockey team at my school. He’s super popular, a total Chad, and usually dates girls who look like they’re going to become the head of their sorority when they head off to college next year.

His text asks, “hang out?” and it is all about showing off his new car, I know very well what he is up to, but still anyway I send him a positive answer just to piss my stepdad.

He just called me a slut, after all.

After getting my glam, I look in the mirror, my hair is teased to look like I just had sex – being a virgin I don’t really know what that would look like, so I just am sort of winging it – and I’m wearing a skimpy pair of shorts and a cropped T-shirt that shows underboob if I stretch my arms too high.

Baron is at the office still, and if I’m being honest with myself, I kind of wish he wasn’t, just so I could walk downstairs and pass him and see how pissed he gets.

Complete fun.

I passed my mom’s bedroom on the way out. She’s on her iPad as usual and doesn’t even give me a glance as I head downstairs. I could be running a meth lab with Walt and Jessie out of the basement and she wouldn’t even notice. I know people like to talk about absent fathers, but if there’s a female equivalent, it would be my mom. I’ve been practically raising myself for as long as I can remember.

Sigh

This isn’t the time to dull my mood at all, holding my emotions in place, I step out of the house.

It’s a chilly evening, and the clouds are dark and murky in the deep, violet sky. A parka would be more appropriate than what I’m wearing now, and I can’t help but smile when I think about what Baron’s reaction would be if he saw me skipping down the driveway right now with half my butt hanging out.

Down the street away, I see the headlights from Harry’s car and make my way over to it. He’s wearing a total bro outfit. Tank tops and shorts with beer can prints on them and a pair of worn-out sandals. His eyes flicker as I get in.

“Goddamn, girl. What are you doing with a body like that?”

For some reason, as he drags his eyes up my body, I wonder if Baron said something similar to my mom when they first met. I highly doubt it. He may be an asshole – an overbearing, sexually repressive, slut-shaming asshole – but he has a bit more class than Harry.

“I dunno.” I shrug coyly. “What am I doing with it?”

The better question is what am I doing here?

Being with him in the car just to piss off Baron? And What good is it if he’s not even here to see it? And what do I even want with Harry anyway?

Sure, he’s the captain of the hockey team, but he’s also the same age as me and a total player. I know for a fact he’s slept with at least five girls on the cheerleading squad, and rumor has it he gave Christy gonorrhea.

It’s a total flip seeing a guy react positively to seeing me. I don’t wear this kind of stuff at school, that’s for sure, and the only man who’s seen me in an outfit like this is Baron, who apparently wants me wrapped in a burlap sack or something. Harry, on the other hand, seems to love it.

“The other guys on the team didn’t believe me when I told them you had a killer body,” he muses, licking his lips. “They also said you were a prude who never hooks up with guys and that I had no shot. But you never got hit on by the captain of the hockey team, did you?”

Gag. I think I’m going to be sick.

Yeah. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Umm…” I discreetly reach behind me for the door handle, but as I do, Harry moves right in for the kiss.

Oh, shit.