Page 5 of Piston

He’s a little self-centered but he’s also perfect because I know he’s a safe option for me.

Chris and I have been dating since third grade. He was my first everything, I mean, I don’t believe I love him, but I care for him.

I’m hoping love will develop, but honestly, I don’t even know what love is. I wasn’t shown it growing up, so how am I supposed to recognize the feeling?

Sighing in defeat, I grab all three bags and move to leave my past.

I don’t think I’ll be back here again. I haven’t even bonded with my brother, thanks to Christy, who refuses to allow me to have much contact with him despite sharing a room.

Something about not being full blood….

I hear a bang coming from my father’s room and frown. I place my bags on the floor at the mouth of the hallway, and head that way. I hear Christy moan and scrunch my nose up, turning back around, not wanting to listen to her and my father having sex, pissed that he chose that over his daughter leaving.

I freeze when she moans louder.“Yes, Chris, harder baby!”

Chris….

No….

“Fuck, you’re so tight, so much better than her,” my boyfriend groans back, and bile rises into my throat.

Oh God, no….

I grab my phone and turn, slowly moving toward my father’s room, not wanting to see it but needing to have video evidence. I turn on the camera, switching it to video before slowly opening the door, and what I see makes me feel violated; I allowed that scum bag to take my virginity two years ago.

Christy is on all fours, with what looks to be a vibrator inside her, while Chris screws her ass, gripping her brown hair.

Hurt doesn’t hit me like I thought it would, only disgust.

Okay, I definitely didn’t love him, but that doesn’t make what he’s doing alright.

He groans, slamming into her faster, his dark red hair going over his eyes as he leans over her, grabbing the vibrator, thrusting it hard in time with his hips, all while I stand here and record them.

“Oh yes, I-I, I’m going to come,” she gasps, and I stop recording, put my phone away, and then clap loudly, getting their attention, ensuring she can’t have that orgasm she probably wants so badly.

Chris jumps back in shock, and bile once again travels up my throat, seeing he’s not wearing protection.

Oh God, I’m going to have to go to the clinic—I mean we’ve always used a condom, but still, I can’t chance it.

Suddenly, I’m really glad I never gave him a blowjob.

“N-Natalie,” Christy stutters, trying to hide her body with the sheets.

I shake my head and murmur more to myself, “I wonder if Cooper is even my father’s….”

Her eyes widen. “H-he is, w-we didn’t start this until t-two months ago….”

I nod. “And let me guess, because you wanted to play a sick game with me, knowing I couldn’t find out because I would tell my father? Or were youhopingI’d find out and tell my father, and he’d finally cut me out of his life, and stand by his whore of a wife?” Her lip curls, but she tries to hide it. I just shake my head and look at my now ex-boyfriend who has frozen, a pillow over his junk. “If it wasn’t obvious, we’re over….”

That said, I turn and walk out, not looking back. I grab my three bags, hearing Chris call for me, but I ignore him and head to my car, throwing the bags in the back before climbing into the driver’s seat. As soon as I reverse out, Chris runs out of the small white bungalow, half-dressed, but I put my foot down on the accelerator.

My boyfriend and my step-monster, what the hell?

A few hours later, I had a text from my father stating that it was best I don’t go back to the house. Christy made up a lie and told him I bitched her out and smacked her, and of course he believed her.

I just texted him back and told him that I thought it was best that he and I no longer have any contact, because I refuse to be last in his priorities, and to change his sheets.

I haven’t heard anything since, and I don’t want to. I know I could send the video, but what would be the point?

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