caught in the act

You don’t have to tell me," he said softly, his lips close to mine. "But I want to find out myself."

Before I could think of pushing him away, Alex kissed me, his tongue entering my mouth easily, making me weak. He held my hair, pulling me closer, as if he wanted more. I tried to push him away, but my body didn’t listen, and my arms wrapped around his neck.

Suddenly, the door opened, and we both stopped. Alex's girlfriend, Victoria, stood there, shocked. She looked at us, her eyes moving from us to our lips. For a moment, everything was silent, except for our hearts beating loudly. Then she screamed, breaking the silence.

Alex jumped back, his hand falling from my neck. "Victoria," he said, sounding tense. But she was already moving towards us, angry.

"What is this, Alex?" she yelled, her voice loud in the room. She looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You little slut! I knew you wanted him!"

Alex raised his hands in a calming way, his eyes moving between us. "Victoria, wait, it’s not what it looks like."

Victoria was furious, throwing accusations at us. "How can you say that? You’re with the help!"

Alex stepped back, looking shocked and guilty. "Victoria, no," he said, his voice tight. "It’s not what you think."

But Victoria didn’t want to listen, her anger growing. "You disgusting pig!" she yelled, her eyes wild. Then she turned on me, grabbing my arm. "And you! How could you?"

I tried to explain, my voice trembling. "It’s not my fault," I said, but she wasn’t listening. She pulled my hair back hard, making me cry out in pain. I felt tears coming.

"You're pathetic," Victoria said, holding me tightly. "Both of you."

The pain in my scalp was strong as she dragged me across the soft carpet. I stumbled, trying to keep up with her fast pace. "Victoria, please," I managed to say, my voice barely there.

Alex stood back, looking shocked and interested. He didn’t try to help me. It was like he was watching a show.

With a quick movement, Victoria pushed me away, and I fell onto the bed. "I knew it," she said, her eyes full of anger. "You’ve been after him, haven’t you?"

I looked up, my vision blurry from tears. "That’s not true," I whispered, my voice shaking. "He’s the one who-"

But Victoria didn’t want to hear it. She let go of my hair, and I fell onto the bed, the pain in my scalp becoming less sharp. Alex stood in the doorway, smirking. He didn’t say anything, just watched Victoria get angrier. Then he left, leaving me with her.

"You little slut," she said, slapping me hard. The hit made my head turn, and I tasted blood. "How could you do this to me?"

Tears fell as I tried to explain through sobs, "Victoria, it’s not what you think. He started it." But she was too angry to listen, her fury filling the room. She raised her hand again, nails ready to hit me.

"How could you do this to me?" she yelled, her voice full of pain. "You’re just the maid!"

The slap echoed, and the sting made me cry more. "Victoria," I begged, "it’s not what you think. He... he started it."

But she was too angry, her eyes full of betrayal. "How could you do this to me?" she shouted, her voice breaking. "You’re just the maid!"

Tears stained my uniform. "Victoria," I tried to say, my voice shaking. "Please, listen to me. He’s the one who-"

But she wouldn’t listen. "You bitch!" she screamed, her nails digging into my cheek. "You think you can just take him from me?"

Through my pain and shame, I tried to reason with her. "Victoria, please," I whispered. "It’s not what you think." But she was too angry to hear me. She slapped me again, the sound loud in the room.

My cheeks burned, and I knew if I didn’t get away, she would keep hitting me. The worst part? Victoria was my stepsister. The thought of her hate hurt me deeply. But the pain on my cheeks reminded me of the reality. "Victoria," I said, my voice stronger, "you’re my family."

Her hand went back, ready to hit me again. "You’re not my family!" she yelled. "You’re just a whore trying to take everything from me!"

Her words hit me hard. "Victoria," I said, my voice shaking. "It’s not like that. I promise."

Her grip on my face got tighter, her nails digging in. "You’re lying," she said. "You’ve wanted him since you got here."