Todos los capítulos de DESPISED AND DEVOURED BY MY STEP FATHER : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Danny's POV"Don't"The silence that followed was terrifying. No slamming. No engine revving. Just the sound of my own frantic breathing and the crunch of my sneakers on the dirt.I started walking.I had no idea how many miles I was away from campus. Maybe five? Ten? It didn't matter to me. I just wanted to stay away from that man.I am a person, I thought, my vision blurring with hot, angry tears. He can't just push and pull me whenever he wants. I am not a cunt. I am definitely not his.I had been walking for maybe ten minutes when I heard it.A low, mechanical hum. The sound of rubber rolling slowly over the gravel.My heart hammered against my ribs. I didn't turn around. I stiffened my spine and kept my eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. Suddenly, a pale yellow light began to wash over the surrounding road, stretching my shadow into a long distorted monster that danced across the trees.Chadwick wasn't speeding past me. He wasn't stopping to apologize.He was trailing me.His Bent

Danny's POV "Are you out of your mind?"Chadwick spat out the words like venom. He recoiled as if my question had been a physical blow to his face. The composed, untouchable Chadwick was gone. In his place was a man whose skin was flushing a deep, angry red, his chest heaving under the weight of a sudden panic."Is that what you think this is?" Chadwick hissed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "I told you not to get any funny ideas.... I just hate you, that is all this is."He took a few slow steps away from me, his movements frantic and uncoordinated. For a moment I saw he was trembling. "You are a freak, boy. A boy who thinks like a girl. All this pink and strawberries you wear gets your head messed up. Drawing that filth in your book, projecting your sickness onto me because you can't handle the fact that I am the only one who sees you for what you truly are." Chadwick walked toward the door, gesturing at it. "Get out. Get out of my office before I call your mother and

Danny's POV "Chadwick....please," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Don't call me that," he hissed. He didn't pull the trigger. Instead, he used the barrel to force my chin upward, his eyes looked like that of a predator who had finally grown tired of its cage. "I am not Chadwick, Danny. If you weren't too slow you should have suspected me by now. Chadwick doesn't exist." He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my cheek, a terrifying contrast to the freezing steel against my skin. "My name is Sanchez," he whispered, the name sounding like a blade being drawn from a sheath. "Don't act all surprised, haven't you seen the stuff I buy your mother. A professor can't afford that. The life of Chadwick is just my hideout, a blend to feel human maybe." I felt my world tilt. "Sanchez.... that name sounded Mafia, my life's is a freaking movie right now, I thought quietly. "You aren't just a teacher with a side hustle. You are..." "I am something better, the man who runs this city," Ch

Danny's POV The sun came up the next morning like it hadn't just witnessed the total collapse of my sanity. It was disgusting. The birds were chirping, the kettle was whistling, and the house smelled like expensive coffee and my mum's favourite cinnamon rolls.I stood in the kitchen doorway, leaning my weight against the frame with my arms locked tight across my chest. I felt a live, raw and dangerous touch. I watched them through a haze of sleep deprivation and pure, unadulterated disgust.My mother was humming. It was her usual favourite hymn as she flipped the pancakes, her skin glowing with a radiance that made me want to scream. I knew where that glow came from. Indeed, the saying that a woman cheats better than a man does was definitely true. There was no way in hell Chadwick would believe his clingy wife was cheating on him with her friend.Chadwick was perched at the table in a crisp white shirt, scrolling through his tablet with a clinical calm, looking like he didn't have a

Danny's POV "Give me my book, Erica! And how the hell are you even in here?"I didn't wait for an answer. I scrambled off the bed, my face burning with a mix of shame and pure, unadulterated rage. I moved fast, clicking the lock on my bedroom door with a sharp thud that felt way too loud in the midnight silence. I needed a barrier between us and the rest of the house, especially him.Erica didn't flinch. She was sitting at my desk, casually flipping through the pages of my soul. She stopped at the drawing of Chadwick, her eyes tracking the charcoal lines of Chadwick’s hand on the silencer."Were you jerking off to our Professor, Danny?" she asked, her voice dripping with a casual, nasty curiosity. She looked up, her eyes glinting. "And why did you make him hold a gun? That’s some dark fan-fiction, even for you.""Give it!" I hissed, lunging forward. I snatched the sketchbook out of her hands so hard the paper groaned. I clutched it to my chest, my skin crawling."Relax," she scoffed,