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Chapter 25:The Bed That Remembers
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My stepdad's fantasy Chapter 26 : The Bed That Never Forgets
I don’t remember deciding to come back.That’s the part that bothers me the most.There wasn’t a vote. There wasn’t a plan. One second we were in that motel bathroom with the flickering light and the warped mirror, and the next we were driving toward the only place that has ever really ruined us.Maybe that’s the thing about trauma. It doesn’t push you away from the fire.It convinces you the fire is home.The house looked smaller.Not in a sweet, nostalgic way. Not childhood memories shrinking in hindsight. It looked compressed. Tight. Like it had been holding its breath since we left.The roses along the walkway were overgrown, thorn-heavy, petals browned and curling inward. The paint on the door was peeling in thin strips. Even the windows felt narrower.The pool out back was still. Black. Reflecting the moon like a sheet of polished stone.Julian parked two houses down.We sat there wi
My stepdad's fantasy Chapter 25:The Bed That Remembers
The bedroom door clicked shut behind us.Not a slam.Not even close.Just a quiet little sound that felt way too final.I didn’t look back at it.Couldn’t.Didn’t want to see if the knob was still turning on its own or if the house was breathing behind us.The room smelled exactly the same as it always had.Lavender from Mom’s stupid night cream.Dust in the corners.Old wine from glasses she never finished.And now—something new.Something sharp.Blood.Ours.Dried on Julian’s bandage, flaking off my arm where I’d wiped it without thinking, soaked into the hem of his T-shirt I was still wearing like it was armor.We didn’t speak.Didn’t turn on the light.Moonlight slipped through the half-open curtains in thin silver lines.It hit the bed first.White sheets.Crisp.Tucked.
My stepdad's fantasy Chapter 24 : The House That Waits
The house looked smaller in daylight.That’s the first thing I noticed.Not evil.Not dramatic.Just… smaller.The gravel in the driveway had bald spots. The roses Mom used to obsess over were overgrown and mean now, all thorns and no flowers. The paint on the front door was peeling at the corners like the house was tired of pretending.We didn’t pull in.Julian parked two houses down.Engine off.Windows up.The AC still running because neither of us could handle full silence.We just sat there staring at it.Like it might blink first.Julian’s fingers tapped once on the steering wheel. Twice. Then stopped like he caught himself.His bandage was fresh ,I changed it at some gross gas station bathroom ..but the skin around it looked red and angry. He wouldn’t admit it hurt. He never admits when something hurts.The USB drive was in my lap.
My stepdad's fantasy Chapter 23 : The Drive Back
The motel door slammed behind us and it felt louder than it should’ve.Like a gunshot.Like the end of something.I didn’t look back.I couldn’t.I didn’t want to see the stupid smoke detector one more time. Didn’t want to imagine that tiny red light blinking at the empty room like it was disappointed we left. Didn’t want to think about the mirror. Or the bed. Or how it probably still smelled like us.Julian walked too fast.Like he wasn’t bleeding.Like he hadn’t almost passed out earlier.His steps weren’t steady. I could see it. The slight drag in his right leg. The way his shoulders were tight like he was bracing for something to hit him from behind.But he didn’t slow down.Didn’t ask for help.Didn’t even look at me.The BMW was still there.Just sitting in the parking lot like it had been waiting for us to finish whatever scene we w
My stepdad's fantasy Chapter 22 – Heat That Burns
The motel door was locked.Deadbolt. Chain. The little metal bar thing that looked like it would snap if someone really wanted in.It didn’t matter.Nothing felt locked anymore.Julian was on the bed.Still shirtless.Still bleeding slow through the gauze I’d taped on too tight.The lamp on the nightstand threw weak yellow light across his chest, catching the sweat on his skin, the dark red stain spreading like ink on paper.He hadn’t spoken since the mirror.Since I told him what I saw.Since he saw it too.We hadn’t turned on the TV.Hadn’t checked phones.Hadn’t moved much at all.Just sat.Breathing.Waiting for the next thing to break us.I stood in the bathroom doorway.Arms wrapped around myself.Still in his T-shirt.Still no panties.Still bleeding from the cut on my arm, though
My stepdad's fantasy Chapter 21 – The Face in the Mirror
The motel bathroom light wouldn’t stop flickering.Not dramatic. Not horrorbmovie dramatic. Just cheap wiring and a bulb that needed replacing. Still, the uneven yellow light made everything look wrong. Sick. Washed out.I stood in front of the mirror, gripping the edges of the chipped sink.My hands were shaking, but I held on tighter like the porcelain could steady me.The cut on my arm had stopped bleeding. It looked irritated nowred, swollen at the edges. Angry. I pressed my lips together and tried not to think about it.Julian was on the bed in the other room.Shirtless. Bandage taped badly across his ribs. Breathing shallow.He hadn’t said a word since the video ended.Since Marcus’s face filled the screen. Since my mom sat next to him. Close. Comfortable. Smiling in a way I’d never seen before.Her hand resting on his thigh like that was the most natural thing in the world.Like she
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