Chapter 9
Isaac
Look at her sittingover there all smiley and shit with her friends, making herself at home like she belongs here.She doesn't. She’s a freak, a demon, and she has no right being in this school.
Of course, my father had to go marry a woman who reproduced with the Devil. I never understood why he chose her out of all the women he could have married. I never could fathom why he choseanyoneat all after my mother died. He’s so busy with his work, he never sees her anyway.Was he like this when mom was alive?Who the Hell would want to be married to someone you never get to have an actual relationship with?
It’s not that I have any issues with my stepmother, outside of who she chose to breed with. She was nice enough, making sure the guys and I had everything we needed to get by. But as we got older, we saw less and less of her.
When I asked my dad why her? He said everyone makes mistakes and she made a big one when it came to who she had a relationship with before him. I didn’t even know she had a daughter until a week before Abby arrived. And when we found out who the father of her child was and where she was living, we lost our shit, and rightfully so. At least I thought so; our fathers, on the other hand, didn’t appreciate our outbursts.
They told us to play nice. They might be all for giving people a chance, but they seem to forget she’s part Demon, for fuck's sake.
They also seem to have forgotten the reason why we hate her father so much, and it’s not just because he's the Devil. But I haven’t forgotten, and I never will.
She’s the definition of sin, of temptation at its finest. Not that we care too much about either of these. We love our dads, we are devoted to God, and we revel in the power both bring us, but we don’t want to be like our fathers. We respect who they are and what they do, but no matter how much they wish we were, we are not them, and have no desire to be.
But we have no choice. We plaster on fake smiles, put on the show of our lives and portray to the world what they want to see, what they expect to see. They have no idea what goes on behind closed doors, and if they did, it would ruin everything for not only us, but possibly our fathers. That's why we do what we're told, and do it with a smile, even if it's a fake one.
Heather pets my arm, blabbing on about some bullshit I couldn’t care less about. The girl is nice enough, but I have no interest in her. Neither do the guys with the other Heathers. Yet another thing we’re doing to please our dads.
We're betrothed to well-respected pure bloods, their parents a few spots below our fathers. It made sense that we are placed together, even if we don’t want to be.
There is a way out of it, though. Find our mate. If we could find our fated mate, then that's our golden ticket out of a loveless marriage.
“Isaac, are you listening to me?” Heather huffs, and I drag my attention from the blonde demon to look at her.
“Sorry, what did you say?” I ask, not having any clue what she was just talking about or the question she asked.
She narrows her eyes in frustration. “I asked you if we are still having our monthly get together at your place this weekend.”
“Oh, that.” I fucking hate those. Well, at least when it involves the girls. The music is shit, all bull-crap country because all the decent music is about sex, drugs, and riddled with swear words, and that’s a sin in this world.
The girls wear one piece bathing suits and us guys wear shirts in the fucking pool. I mean, who does that?
Our house is our safe place, where we get to be who we want, do what we want without prying eyes. At least untilshecame along.
The moment I locked eyes with hers, I knew she was going to cause us nothing but issues. Of course, it had to be while I was balls deep inside some Dark Night pussy. No way I could have talked my way out of that one. But what I hated the most was I came so hard I saw stars, and it wasn’t because of the girl I was fucking.
That triggered a downward spiral. I had to keep up with appearances. The cat was out of the bag on the fact I have sex with people who aren’t my mate.
She caught me at a low point. Our fathers came home for a visit the night before, adding more pressure like always. Then I went on a bender, got drunk out of my mind, did what I always do to forget, and called up some one-night stands.
The guys hate it when I do it, but when I get like that, there's no reasoning with me. I always feel like shit afterwards, but there’s nothing I can do to change it.
I told the guys we had to stay away from Abby, pretending she didn't exist. And it was easy for a while, we went on living our lives. But one night while we were chilling by the pool, I caught her watching us from the balcony of her room, and I was reminded that our home wasn’t safe anymore. We had a stranger in our haven. That sent me into another spiral. For the rest of the summer, I was either drunk or my dick was in some girl.
I almost lost the guys because of it, and it made me hate Abby more than ever.
But there's something about the girl I can’t shake. Half the time I wanna throttle her, and the other half I’m holding myself back from kissing her bratty mouth.
And it's fucked up, because even though I could see using her body to pass the time, she is my stepsister. My brain is a fucked up place.
“Yeah, I guess. If you guys really want to,” I say. What I really want to say isfuck no, I want to relax in my house with my guys. But I can’t. If we keep putting distance between us and the girls, they’re going to say something to their parents, and it will get back to our dads.
She squeals with excitement, turning to the other girls as they start to plan everything. Gritting my teeth, I look away, back to the girl who’s taken over my life, my mind, my fucking soul. I hate her.
A hand tightens on my knee, and I look over to see Luke giving me an understanding smile.