Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

214-Touch Me Here!

"You wanna be dirty?" I bobbed my head in rage. I was already fuming at my mother, and now this has angered me even more. He shouldn't have messed with me right now.

"Let me show it to your mother and tell her what kind of desires you have." I tried grabbing the drawing out of his hands, but he pulled away from me in a hurry.

I began to fight for the drawing, but he kept protesting.

"WHY? Are you afraid now?" I was huffing and panting while trying my best to grab the paper out of his hands. He panicked and stepped back, knowing down the vase and creating noise.

His face turned pale when my bedroom door opened to reveal my mom and Pamela.

They saw me leaning on him and trying to grab something from him.

"What is going on here?" Pamela rushed at me and grabbed my arm to pull me off her son.

"I was just being nice!" he started crying in a childish tone.

"Show your mother what you showed me so that she can also see how you were being nice,’ I yelled at him.

He shuddered dramatically and hid in his mother's arms.

What do you want from my son?* Pamela broke the hug to shove her son behind her back and question me.

Here I'm arguing with your mother to treat you right while you are attacking my son," Pamela howled, breathing like a bull and not breaking the stare from my face.

My mom steadily made her way to stand beside me.

something to piss

you were at fault too when she was arguing with you?" I knew Pamela would use my arguments with my mother

just loves

I shouted after I

been some time since these people around me started to portray me

hell is wrong with you?" She looked surprised that

so why don't you ask him what’s wrong with him?’ I yelled at her, watching Markus hug his mother from the back and

drawing my daughter?’ Mom took a step ahead and

I was Elex's daughter,

what you drew of me," I demanded, bobbing my head and asking

looked petrified when her

her!" I yelled at

"Sweetie! Is it true? Did you make a drawing of her?" She asked

he nodded, making me scoff at his mother for accusing me instead of questioning

me what you drew?’ She pulled her hand out for him, and he searched for it in his pocket, tossing out some tiny pencils, rough pages, and other stuff until he finally grabbed it and took

to see how she would react to it since she was speaking so highly of her son, as if

raised her face to look at me in

around, my body felt heat rushing

drawing of a girl playing

of the blue. I got hit with her punch on the neck, but then my mother

raise your hand at my daughter?’ my mother yelled while

airways

I can’t br-------- eathe," I couldn't even hear my

you done?" My mother let her