Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

192-The Devil In Disguise

Something told me I should know more about Markus. I watched him get up from the stairs and then disappear on the third floor. Pamela was not home, and my mother wouldn't come out for hours. This wouldn’t be the first time that she had beaten me or threatened me with a knife, so it didn't really affect me too much.

I wasn't allowed to be on the stairs, but since no one was around, I followed Markus, and soon I was on the third floor with him. The third floor was drastically different from the first.

There was only room at the end of the dark hallway. The lamps were broken, and shattered glass was everywhere. I don't know when it happened, but the spider webs gave away the truth.

Walking through the hallway and reaching the bedroom was the scariest pathway I have ever followed. Once I pushed the door open, I found Markus sitting on the floor and holding a teddy bear.

I did a quick scan around and noticed all the drawings on the walls.

They seemed to be following a story. One could also see some chaos in the drawings.

"Do you like my room?* He suddenly lifted his head and asked me with a pout on his lips.

"It's cozy,* I admitted uncomfortably.

"Then why don't you come sit with me?* He asked sweetly, tapping his hand on the cold floor. Passing him a smile, I sat down with him.

these?" I asked, pointing my finger at the drawings hanging from the walls.

these?* I questioned, getting intrigued

he said, forming

tell me what this picture is about?* I turned the drawing to him and tapped my finger at what seemed

tell you in your ear," he whispered,

and tucking my hair behind my ear. He leaned over and brought his lips near my ear, but then he did

in a matter of seconds. By the time I could gather

him away and breaking the kiss. I was going to respond, but I felt a tight grip around my arm and force dragged me up on my

shock and revolt. Even I was taken aback by the whole incident. It was disgusting

do anything. He kissed me," I pointed at Markus, who was now hugging his teddy and shaking while crawling to the corner of the room in

it. I didn't like

justified. Any mother would be angry, but I didn't do anything. Markus

as if he was so scared of me that he

briskly walk after her as she took me downstairs. I raised my face and watched Markus standing at the top of the staircase with his hands in his pants' pockets and looking

out of Pamela's

a tight grasp?" Mom rolled

even tell her the exact thing that she had