Dad and mum had divorced about three years ago as they had been arguing often and fallen out of love. When they first separated I was living with mum in an apartment but then she started dating a guy from work called Henry and they fell in love. He asked her to move in with him but not me as he wasn’t keen on children. So I went and moved back in with dad at the house where I’d lived for most of my life.
Mum married Henry and I sometimes go visit them for an afternoon. Now I’m seventeen and in college and enjoy living with my dad. About a year ago dad met Margaret at a bar and they began dating. I won’t say I didn’t like her from the beginning because that would be a lie as at first she seemed nice. Margaret was divorced with two daughters aged fifteen and twelve. About 5ft7″, long brown hair, medium build, big boobs and a plump bum.
As they continued dating she would sleep over some nights with her friend June babysitting for her. After five months they were engaged and then I noticed changes in her personality. For instance she and her daughters were going to move in once they were married. When dad and her were discussing decorating the house Margaret was most insistent on how it should be done even though it was dad’s house.
Another time dad and I were watching sports and she walked in and turned the TV off and said “I want to go out now” to my father. Without complaining he got up and took her out while I sat there looking at her in astonishment.
I’d only met her daughter’s once about a month before the wedding. Connie and Nicky were ok I guess. They didn’t say much to me but I nether did I to them. Less then a week before the wedding dad and Margaret called me into the kitchen and dad said “Can Connie have your room when they move in as you’ve the ensuite bathroom?” “I need a bathroom too dad and I’m older then her” I replied. “I know son it’s just that she’s reaching an age where she needs privacy. Besides we all have to make sacrifices”. Reluctantly I agreed and moved into the third smallest bedroom while Nicky would have the box room.
After the wedding they all moved in and there was no honeymoon as dad was busy with work. Not having my own bathroom sucked and it soon caused problems. Monday morning I woke and went to shower but Nicky was in there. I waited and waited but she didn’t come out. I asked dad if I could use his ensuite but Margaret was in there. Annoyed and needing to pee I went to my room, dressed and picked up my bag then stomped out of the house. Reaching college early I peed and washed my face.
The next morning I was woken early by Nicky shouting while she played in the hall and this happened the next day too. So now I was tired as well as pissed off. The following day was when the incident occurred that made me snap. About to walk out the door Margaret asked if I could walk Nicky to school. I told her I had a test today and I can’t be late or they won’t let me take it. It fell on deaf ears so I walked her to school however when we arrived she told me she had forgotten her homework so we had to walk back home and collect it. After walking her back to school again I got to college twenty minutes late and was refused entry into the classroom and I wouldn’t be allowed to retake the test which would affect my overall grade.