My Psycho Stepson and me

I lay in bed and tuned my guitar. I was already too late for school anyway. For that, my father will surely punish me, but I just didn't feel like it after yesterday.

Craving a cigarette, I put the guitar to the side and leaned out of my window. Narrowing my eyes in satisfaction when I took a deep breath, I looked into the garden before me, seeing a car halting not far away. 

I took a seat on the window sill and observed the car. A maid came and exchanged a few words with the driver, then she turned to the big trunk, and with a disgusted look, she took a few steps back.

I let my lighter spring open before letting it snap close. The sound this action created had a calming effect on me. As if it offered the promise that if the worst came to worse, I still had the power to burn down this house and its occupants.

My eyes didn't stray from the car. The maid and driver unloaded the car eventually. Carrying a big box with something in it that I couldn't spot from my position, she was following the driver to the entrance of the villa. 

However, after peeking inside the box, she screamed, and let it fall to the ground.

Raising an eyebrow, I snuffed out the cigarette and jumped out of the window, landing steadily. Putting my hands in my jeans pockets, I strolled toward the crime scene.

When the maid turned around and saw me, she screamed a second time before making way and apologizing profusely.

Ignoring her, I looked at the box on the ground, and she explained herself without the need for questions.

"These are the things of the newcomer... Please look at this master; she is sick, sick to own something like this!" The maid frantically opened the cardboard.

Both of us looked into the golden eyes of a taxidermied orange tabby cat, with her eyes open as she was curled up.

Her fur was already shabby-looking, as if it were really old. I crouched down and stroked it, observing it closely. It reminded me of what I had seen at night. But the curled-up woman was in the arms of my father, not lying meekly before me like this one.

I scratched its nose before turning for the house entrance and going back to my room. There, I lit another cigarette and watched them unload the rest of the stuff.

After a while, I saw the maid carrying the stuffed cat out and throwing it in the trashcan. Taking a deep drag, the Maid came closer to my window, meeting another maid. They had chosen this spot for their gossiping ages ago, informing me about the happenings in this house.

"Can you believe that Lesly had taken all this trash after her marriage?" Maid One said.

That should be false; they hadn't married just yet, as there was no legal ceremony.

"And yesterday, I heard the master on the phone calling the young masters school. Isn't it outrageous to work as a teacher in the school of your stepson?"

Blowing out the smoke, I tilted my head. I didn't know that she was a teacher, and I had never thought that she would be teaching at my high school.

The maids continued with their gossip, and I had finished my cigarette. Taking my school jacket, I went downstairs, outside the villa, where the driver was washing the car.

Seeing me, he was surprised,

"I thought the young master was already in school?"

I didn't answer and jumped in another car; he was immediately rolling down his sleeves to chauffeur me. My lighter was still in my hand, and I played with it while asking myself which subject my stepmother was teaching.

We arrived shortly after I walked to my classroom. When I entered, everyone stared, but being accustomed to it, it didn't bother me.

My seat was taken by another student; the two people were apparently friends, so I sat down in another free one.

They taught math, and it was still the old ghost in front of the class, not her.

Feeling a tug on my arm, I turned to my side and saw a brunette girl. Looking at her in askance, she smiled shyly.

"Yesterday was..." After grinning happily, she asked me,

"Want to repeat it today?"

I do not have any recollection of this girl, but by the way, she talked; it seemed that she was the one in bed yesterday when my stepmother entered uninvited.

"We'll see." Looking away in boredom, I heard students whisper behind me.

"You have seen her?" Student A asked, laughing.

"I have, so hot! A sexy blonde, beautiful blue eyes. She looks like a student." Student B chimed in.

Yeah, that should be her.

"Do you think she will help me stretching?" Student A asked ambiguously.

"That is her duty as the gym teacher." Student B laughed dirtily as well.

Hmm, so she is a gym teacher. Then, for that reason, she was dressed in a shabby training suit yesterday.

"Let's do it in the toilet...." The brunette besides me offered, and I saw the desperation in her eyes. She should be pretty badly into me huh?

I checked my wallet for a condom; I still had a few, so there was no reason to refuse. I wouldn't carry them with me if I hadn't witnessed a crazy bitch poking holes in a condom myself after coming out of the shower a bit too fast.

While putting my wallet back, I ask the brunette beside me if we had physical education today, and she answers with a yes. 

Tapping the table before me, I really couldn't wait to see my 'Mother' in the role of a teacher.