His Little Stowaway
Brynn
Feeling good about myself for just beating the rain as I turn the corner to our apartment block, I notice my body sag when I see his car parked out front.
Steve.
The first few heavy drops of cold rain hit my face, feeling more like spit from the ‘I told you so’ gods.
Mom’s boyfriend, who’s become something of an obsession for her lately. Or rather, she’s become an obsession of his.
Always around. Always on my case.
Like he’s the boss of me somehow now that he’s dated my mom for a few months.
I told myself it wouldn’t last, but a little voice inside me was screaming something else.
Run. Run for your freaking life.
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