My Step Father, My Desire.

Emma A frown crosses my face, shaking my head slowly as though I had  just stumbled upon a secret. "So you'll throw your child out?" I bit out in a harsh tone. She matches my glare with a defiant look in her eyes. "Yes, not when you're acting out of control," she snaps at me. "Is that it?" I ask. "Or there's more?" Her eyes flash in rage. "Don't get on my nerves. You'll do exactly as I say or- I walk out on her, listening to her feels exhausting. "Emma," her voice rings out. "Don't you dare walk out on me!" I ignore her tantrums, walking down the hallway where my room is located. I wrap my fingers around the knob and push it open. Inside, I slam the door shut. My mother still thinks I am a baby, one she could control. It's exhausting and frustrating listening to her endless complaints. I climb my bed, drawing the covers to my chest.  I have trouble sleeping easily, my night is already in ruins. Different thoughts run through my mind. What is Knox doing now? Did he hear the heated  exchange of words between my mother and I ? He never involves himself in anything that has to do with my mother and I.  I just want him to give me his attention, not as his stepdaughter but something more intimate. The thought of Knox fades, my eyelids become heavy and in no time, I close my eyes to sleep. The golden rays of sunlight streams through the window, into my room. I cracked my eyes open, and quickly,  my hand shot up to my face, shielding my eyes from the sunlight. After a while, I sit up on my bed and yawn, stretching. I feel like going back to sleep, it's Saturday, and I have no work today. But I decided against it, dragging myself out of bed. I walk to the bathroom, and then I pull the nightie over my head, taking it off.  Holding the nightie in my hand, I ran my fingers through it. I feel a stab of pain, everything  did not go as planned. And my mother is acting insecure around me, I really don't care about what she thinks. My target is to get Knox, make him have sex with me. I feel totally clueless on what to do as I have run out of ideas. I drop the nightie in a laundry basket and step into the shower stall, I turn on the shower.  A cold blast of water burst out from the shower head. The water pours on my head, soaking my hair.  I grab a shower gel, and squeeze the bottle. The cool flora shower gel slid into my palm. I rub my hands together, working up a light foam. And slowly, my palm glides over my skin. Cold streams of water washes the foam off. Wrapping a white towel around my body, I step out of the bathroom, and into my room. Suddenly, a feeling of deja Vu washes over me. Images from my dream play out in my head. The only thing missing is Knox. I slap my temple as I groan in frustration. I need to snap out of it, and get hold of myself.   I wish it was as easy as that. That man doesn't know what he is doing to me. I can't let him slip through my grasp, not after what he has made me go through. Each rejection from Knox, sends my body through another endless torture of  being deprived from satisfying my wanton desire. My closet was slightly open, and so I dragged it wide open, trying to get a dress to wear. My mother's warning echoes in my head. My forehead creases into a tight frown. Well,for now, I don't think it will be wise to go against her instructions. I'm not obeying her because I want to but because if she throws me out,I won't get another chance to be with Knox. I settled for a plain green dress, nothing attractive about it. The length stops a few inches below my knees. The round neckline won't expose anything.  As I stood before the mirror, my reflection gazed back at me. I can't even recognize myself. The green dress makes me look so silly, it clings awkwardly on my body. I pack my hair in a tight ponytail, taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I roll my eyes. Maybe I should wear a nun's habit when I'm at home. The thought of it makes me smile as I imagine myself in a habit. That would be utterly amusing. Leaving my room, I close the door behind me. I clutch my stomach as it growls. I will have to eat out.  My mother's culinary skill is nothing to write home about. I grew up surviving on take outs from restaurants. Good thing she has the money to spare. And I'm equally not doing so great in cooking.  Knox hired a chef but she resigned last week.  My stomach growls again, louder this time. I hurry towards the kitchen to grab the apples in the refrigerator. It will serve for the time being until I drive to a restaurant for breakfast. Just as I make it close to the dining room, my nostrils catch the delicious aroma of food. Wow. Did Knox hire another chef? I have to find out. In quick steps, I rush towards the dining room. The scene before me makes me freeze. Knox was serving sizzling pancakes from a pan into the dishes on the table. Did he just make breakfast?  He notices my presence and then looks up. He gawks at my ridiculous dress before his eyes lit up. "Emma, you can join me for breakfast," he says. "Gina went out." I hesitate, he appears to be calm unlike last night when he chased me out of his room in anger. I swallow hard but he beckons me, smiling. I give in to his invitation and join him at the table. I have to forget my failed attempt last night and focus on the delicious food in front of me. It feels suffocating eating breakfast with him, I could barely look him in the eyes. I take a bite from the pancake, it tastes so good. In a few minutes, I was done with breakfast. I grab the glass of juice, taking a sip. "Thanks for breakfast," I say.  Our gaze locks briefly before I drag my eyes away. He drops his fork, the sound echoing between us. Leaning back in his chair, he studies me for a long, tense moment. "Emma," he murmurs, a dangerous calm in his tone. "What do you want from me?"