Used While I Pretended To Sleep By My Stepfather And His Friends Novels & Stories

I gathered my belongings and went to my room, though I didn’t stay long. Sandra’s eyes slowly drooped a little further. Sleep was beginning to win out. An hour later he came into my room to see that I was asleep. I had shut the light off and lay beneath the covers pretending as any teenager would when there was an event of great interest about to take place. My father was obviously convinced by my performance and left my room, going into the basement and closing the door. I snuck down the old wooden steps a few minutes later, staying as close to the wall as possible to avoid the creaking wood giving me away. My father had a specific room in the basement he would use to test new products for

I leaned into my dad and smiled, thinking of the memory. "I'm not your dad."Caden replied and my eyes snapped open.I tried to push myself out of his arms but he held me tightly, not letting me go as he continued to walk."Just go to sleep, Adlin."He whispered, I wanted to sway at his accent."I can walk."I replied hoarsely, I was still half asleep."Just sleep. I'll bring you to your room.He repeated and I sighed. I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep while he carried me up the stairs.I felt my warm sheets then my fluffy comforter and I snuggled into them more. The door shut and I smiled.I then fell asleep.

"Maybe I could tell you about my past? It might help you understand me better." "Hmm, go on then," Frost acquiesced, eyes drifting shut. Encouraged, I launched into tales of my impoverished childhood in the city slums, the death of my parents, and the abuse suffered under my cruel stepfather. Frost listened silently, his body gradually losing tension. By the time I finished my long, winding narrative, soft snores came from where his head rested against the rug. My ploy had worked - he was asleep!

“I’ve got you. Go, stop wasting time. If Mom and Dad see you, they’ll try to rope you into this meeting of the minds, or whatever it’ll become. I’m sure you won’t miss anything.” * * * Later, I’ve pretended to have a headache to get out of eating dinner with the family. I hide a suitcase in my closet, already packed, and have just tucked Fraser’s new glasses beneath my pillow and clutched in the palm of my hand when my bedroom door opens softly, and Mom’s unmistakable footsteps pad across the floor in my direction. She silently smooths my hair out of my face while I pretend to sleep, her nails gently raking over my scalp, which feels like a dream. Her touch brings me instantly back to being

I smirked at the thought, she could pretend that she didn't like me but I knew she was secretly falling for me. I remembered our conversations and her actions towards me and I shook my head. Nah. She hated my guts. But this was just the beginning. I would get Eleanor to sleep with me and fall for me. I closed my eyes after taking off my shoes and forced myself to sleep. I suddenly regretted sleeping as I was cast into a dream, but as usual, it was a glimpse of my past this time. The house was dark. My father wasn't at home as usual and my mother had gone out to God knows where.

At the realization of what I had done, I knew I had gone overboard. Rather than admit what I had done, what I did next surprised me. I didn't know I could act like that! " Hmnnn… hmmmm…" I said scratching my head pretending to be sleep talking and wasn't aware of my surrounding. After I had done that, I pretended to go back to sleep while muttering rubbish I myself didn't understand. I could see Greg confused at what just happened. I smiled under the duvet and was embarrassed at same time.

I laid back down in no instant, closing my eyes to pretend I was still asleep. If it were on any other day, I failed terribly at pretending to sleep or had never worked for anyone not even my father "Mmm," one of the men holding the girl motioned to the other to nudge at me to see if I was sleeping or just pretending. He kicked my back and I winced softly in pain, acting completely numb would mean I was pretending. Moaning softly and shifting unconsciously to find a more comfortable place to sprawl down on, the men believed my pretense and carried the lady away.

My teeth are chattering, my complexion is close to blue when it’s usually a nice dark honey. I’d left home with only the shorts on that I was prepared to wear to bed. My bed being the small, lumpy couch in the living room, where I’m sure to be greeted by my step father every night when he comes home wasted. He’s never, ever happy to see me. Or really anyone for that matter.

I was just mesmerized by his cuteness, I couldn’t stop even if I wanted to. I would have kept on playing my dirty game, but I noticed him stirring awake, and I had to pretend to be asleep so he didn’t know what I was doing just now. It would be so embarrassing to be caught molesting my ex-husband in his sleep. I would die of shame if he caught me in the act. So I pretended to be asleep as he sat up on the bed. I wanted to peek to see what he was doing, but I decided against it. I just shut my eyes very tightly, feigning sleep. I had no idea what he was doing above me, then all of a sudden, he leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I was going to tell you to take a picture, it'll last longer,

"I think I've heard this voice before." This madman! He did it on purpose! He even shifted his hips, pressing deeper, as if warning me he could get even crazier if I didn't play along. My mind raced. I immediately replied, using the steadiest voice I could muster. "Oh, it's just my family. They came to watch me compete." I used the word "family" to mask his identity as my stepbrother, avoiding any unnecessary connections she might make. I continued, "You go ahead and sleep. I won't be back tonight."