Get Out Of My House

I couldn't believe what I had just witnessed. My step mother, Camila, had gone too fucking far this time. What if I'd been too late?

My fists were still clenched, the phantom sting of Camila's manicured nails digging into my arm a reminder of what I'd seen her doing. But the white-hot anger simmered down, replaced by a cold dread as I looked at Anna.

She lay sprawled on the floor, ashen and still. My brave, defiant Anna. The woman who dared to defy Camila, who dared to love me all those years ago. The mother of my children. Panic clawed at my throat.

I watched in horror as Anna lost consciousness, her bloodied body crumpling to the ground. Immediately I bolted across the room and grabbed a blanket to cover her nakedness, the air around her cold and lifeless. When she was protected, I carried her into my arms and gingerly set her unconscious body on the couch, uncaring if her blood would ruin it. That was irrelevant.

As I stared at her still bleeding body, j was suddenly filled with