Sienna

Yes, Gerald was kidding me. Right after taking my virginity, after admitting to jerking off to my videos, he is here introducing his girlfriend to me? And why the fuck did this dumb woman smile at me? What did she think she was doing? I wasn't her friend; I didn't know her. She shouldn't even fucking look at me.

“Daddy, Mommy just gave us permission to come here.” Destiny rushed to Gerald, and he took her in his arms. I was looking everywhere else, my brain threatening to shutter because what the hell was this?

“Yes, I spoke to her.” He answered. “I asked your mum to send you guys here.”

“Why?” Whitney asked. She was also stubborn; she didn't really like her dad. “Because you can't come stay with us anymore?”

“Whitney, we have a guest.” Destiny tried to stop her.

“And does it look like I care for one of Dad's prostitutes?"

“Stop it!” Gerald shouted, and that's the first time ever. It didn't move Whitney though; instead, she shook her head, a smile still visible on her lips, but it surely shook me.

See, Gerald was defending Sienna, which meant he might… I can't even say it.

“Sienna, can you please excuse us?” He asked gently, and Sienna, whom I've been ignoring all this time, nodded and turned away from me; she walked out, leaving the four of us.

“What? Is this the time you're going to lecture me?” Whitney asked; she was a true rebel. “Did I lie? Isn't she just like this bitch's mom, another one of your whores?"

“I will not let you speak to my wife like that, nor my girlfriend," Gerald said firmly. “Listen to me carefully; I am your father—”

“Yes, who also runs the dirtiest site in the world. You think I don't see your videos? All that role-playing, tell me..." She moved closer to him. "Do you dream of doing that with her?” She looked at me, and I should be threatened. My heart must have skipped in fear, but I wasn't; I didn't see any reason to be ashamed here.

“We promised Mom we wouldn't talk about that, Whit,” Destiny said, but Whitney didn't give a shit.

“Listen, I don't care how many people you want to fulfill your dirty fantasies, just don't ask for my respect because you are a shitty dad; you don't deserve it.” She almost walked past him, but Gerald held her back by the arm. Whitney tried to free herself, but his hold was firm.

“Your mother can't take care of you anymore.”

“What?”

“Your luggage will arrive shortly.”

“Wait, what?” That's me who asked. I didn't want these two to move in; I wouldn't be able to sneak around anymore.

"Yes, Zoe, Whitney, and Destiny will be living with us from now on.” He spared me a glance and then turned his attention to his daughter. "And as long as you're under my roof, I expect you to respect me and my partner.”

“Your partner?”

“Sienna is my girlfriend.” He clarified, and I felt like air was sucked out of the room. Like, what the fuck did he mean by ‘his girlfriend’? Was he being serious?

Well, I have heard enough, and I couldn't hear any more; that's why I excused myself, leaving in a rush, and Gerald didn't stop me, unlike how he stopped Whitney.

"Okay, you stopped me, but you can't stop her?” I heard Whitney complain; I was just outside the door.

“You're my daughter.”

“And she's not?” Whitney was truly something else; I didn't stand around to listen. I rushed upstairs straight to my room, and there I threw myself on the bed, pulled a pillow, and released my frustrations.

I've actually never thought of killing anyone, but after the three screams into my pillow, I was thinking of ways to kill someone and how to get rid of the body, which I knew the Internet could help with, but I was smart; I needed to plan this.

“Yes.” I sat up on the bed, folding my legs and a pillow still at my chest. "That's the only way.” It didn't matter; I had to do this. I had to kill in order for my life to go on again.

See, my mother never gave me any happiness; she was there but never really talked to me. She was never a mother; someday she wouldn't even greet me.

She never looked in my eyes; it's like she kept me for some weird reason, like her life depended on me being alive, but Gerald… when she married him, he was there for me. He always talked to me, so who did this Sienna lady think she was to take him from me?

Like I had said, Gerald was mine now; no one, not even his daughter, would take him from me. He fucked me good; he satisfied me; he understands me, and I understand him too, unlike his ungrateful daughter, so no, I wasn't letting that funeral director take him from me.

Jumping out of bed, I quickly rushed out and headed for Gerald's office. I didn't mind that there were cameras everywhere as I went straight into his drawers and started searching for what I saw here some other day.

Don't be surprised; I warned you. I'm psychotic; this... This is normal for me, and if you're wondering, yes, what I was looking for was going to end Sienna for good; after this, my life will be back to normal again.