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. After he

get the inspiration for these?* I questioned, getting intrigued by his

my dreams," he said, forming a sad

drawing to him and tapped my

he whispered, making me wonder

hair behind my ear. He leaned over and brought his

forced me to look in his direction. It happened in a matter of seconds. By the time I could gather what he was doing, he had already pressed

going to respond, but I felt

such a thing with him?" Pamela was panting in shock and revolt. Even I was taken aback by the whole incident. It was disgusting to think about, but he

at Markus, who was now hugging his teddy and shaking while crawling to the corner of the room in

would enjoy it. I didn't like it," he

you do? What were you doing to him?" Pamela's anger was justified. Any mother would be angry, but I didn't do

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

me briskly walk after her as she took

try getting out of Pamela's

my daughter's arm in such a tight grasp?" Mom rolled out of bed to check on me before she

was preparing my son to have sex with her.* Pamela didn't even tell her the exact thing that she had witnessed. She went overboard with her