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

get the inspiration for these?*

said, forming a sad pout

this picture is about?* I turned the drawing

your ear," he whispered, making me wonder if somebody was listening to

said, hunching over and tucking my hair behind my ear. He leaned over and brought his

matter of seconds. By the time I could gather what he

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

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

me," I pointed at Markus, who was now hugging his teddy and shaking while crawling to the corner

enjoy it. I didn't like it," he cried, making my jaw meet

Pamela's anger was justified. Any mother would be angry, but I didn't

him, and he acted as if he was so scared of me that he couldn't even breathe in my

and made me briskly walk after her as she

incident has left me in shivers. That's why I didn't even try getting out of Pamela's hold.

grasp?" Mom rolled out of bed to check on me before she yelled at

Pamela didn't even tell her the exact thing that