Spy on Michael

WILLIAM

The way my stepmom stared at me took me back to that night. That night, when I accidentally broke a glass in front of her friends. I was just fourteen and teenagers made mistakes. It was supposed to be normal.

I remembered vividly that there were five different women that night, excluding my stepmom. I apologized over and over again. I figured she would forgive me. Dad wasn't home so I thought it would be fine. When she smiled at me, I actually smiled back because I thought she wasn't mad.

“William, follow me to the basement, will you?” She had said that night. I followed her, innocent and clueless about what she wanted from me. I didn't notice the rest of her friends following me. Neither did I understand why she tied me to a chair in the basement.

But then she turned off the lights and I felt hands all over me. Different hands were tearing off my clothes, even when I called for my stepmom to help. I had no idea if she joined them that night. But—

“You don't have to.” Michael's voice drew me out of my daze and I nervously gulped. “I'll handle him. He'll warm up to me soon enough, won't you champ?” He questioned, turning to me and I glanced up at him, my head nodding without me even trying.

My hands were sweaty as I clenched them into fists, beads of sweat formed on my forehead and my breath was heavier than normal. Michael noticed, but before he could say anything, I was off the couch and running upstairs to my room. He called after me but I didn't stop until I was in front of my room.

I shakily pushed the door open and slid down the wall, wrapping my hands around my knees to stop them from shaking. Even though that experience was what made me sexually frustrated, it was the one memory that triggered fear and anxiety in me.

And I knew my stepmom. She would do it again. Anything to make me obey her. She was a psychopath.

The door burst open, and I gasped, glancing up in panic, and a part of me wished it were Michael. But when I saw my stepmom in front of me, panic seized me like a snake coiling around my neck as I tried to push myself off the ground.

“I'm sorry…” I whispered as she approached me and she snickered, standing in front of me with a knowing smirk on her face.

“You keep forgetting what I can do to you, William.” She said as she slapped my cheek lightly and I swallowed in fear. “Do you think Michael will protect you? You think your new father would be the silver lining you've been looking for?” She questioned with an amused look on her face and I quickly shook my head.

“No… I don't think that. I'm sorry.” I mumbled, her hand hitting my cheek over and over until she finally got tired.

“Counter my words again and mommy's friends would pay you a visit. You work as a sex worker anyway, I'm sure you would enjoy every fucking second of it.” She mocked and a tiny whimper of fear escaped my lips at the thought of it.

She turned around to leave and only then could I finally let out the breath I've been holding since she walked in here.

“You will do as I say, William.” She muttered, holding the doorknob. “Don't mess things up for me. Follow Michael to work. Work for him as his secretary or whatever. Then you'll return home and tell me everything you've seen in there.” She added and I stiffened.

“I… You want me to spy on Michael?” I asked softly and she turned to me with that creepy smirk that had my heart jumping in fear.

“Yes.” She whispered, approaching me again and I just wished I could get swallowed up by the wall behind me. “I'm going to destroy Michael just like I destroyed your father, William. And you're going to help me.”

“F-father? You killed Father?” My voice came out hoarse as my hands clenched into fists but she simply shrugged like it was nothing.

“The insurance money was worth it. And Michael is a big shot. So you, my darling William, will help me spy on him. Check his net worth. Find out what other companies he has. I need to know what kind of big shot he is. Then I'll kill him, get his money, and play my part as a widow. Everyone sympathizes with widows.” She explained with a sadistic grin and I recoiled in disgust, unable to hide how I felt.

“What if I tell the police or Michael?” I muttered, trying to act courageous but she simply burst into laughter.

“Go on. You have no proof anyway. And even if I go to jail, my friends won't. Guess who'll be locked up in a basement forever.” She whispered and I froze. “And you can't run. They'll find you. I'll find you. So be a good boy and do as I tell you, yeah?”

Her hands caressed my cheeks gently and I clenched my jaw in anger, looking away from her. She had me where she wanted me. But there was no way I would let her kill Michael or get away with killing my dad.

“Yes, mom,” I muttered through gritted teeth and she finally patted my cheeks before walking to the door.

“Remember, I'll find out if you tell him anything. Keep your mouth sealed and be down in two minutes.” She warned and finally walked out of the room, leaving me to hyperventilate as I slid down the wall, clenching my chest in panic.

After catching my breath and fixing myself, I made my way downstairs to see her kissing Michael like she loved him so desperately.

She wanted what he had so bad?

Well, two can play this game. And I had the perfect plan.