The Stepmom
When I got home, it was right after 6pm, my father was sitting in the dark in the living room. This was something he did when he was really mad, trying to scare the living shit out of his wives. He would get wasted and just sit in the dark waiting for them to come home. Then he would scream at them, throw glasses and break things. He would say the most horrible things to them and they would cry and apologize for something they didn't do. He would never apologize. The only thing close to an apology he'd do was gaslight them and act like it's their fault he acted like that. Then they would apologize to him. Asshole.I knew he was sitting there when I got home and the lights were off so he didn't scare me when he started speaking."Wow, getting a divorce already?" I asked."No-""Bummer.""I turned my back for ten minutes. Ten fucking minutes Skylar! And you disappear." He stood up and walked over to me. "I called Angela, she said you never came home. Your mother, that bitch blamed me like she always does." He said before gulping down the whiskey he was holding."It's not like she's wrong." He looked at me up and down."Walking around town looking like a prostitute.""What does that say about you wife? About you?-""I did not raise you to be a slut!""Says a guy who's been divorced six times. Not forgetting the affairs. I guess I learned from the best." I said smirking."You will NOT talk to me like that!" He took the bottle of whiskey, poured it in the glass and drank some more."I don't know why you even bother getting married. She is going to leave you sooner or later. They always do. Because you're fucking pathetic." He smacked me across the face."Way to go Dad. I'm sure Kaitlyn will love that." I stormed up the stairs to my room, banged the door closed and threw myself on the bed.°°°…