Episode 6

LAURA'S POV.

“Why on earth would you say such a thing about your sister?" My supposed new father had asked, and I fiddled with the hem of my dress, failing to match the criticizing gaze of my mother, who was absolutely not pleased with the recent turn of events.

“Please tell me, what is it I lied about? Will you ask Leek Moss' step sister over here?” Sebastian teased again, leaning closer to my table. He pulled out his chair hastily and sat on it, facing me while I swallowed a lump in my throat. Uneasiness washed through me, and I was not too certain what to think or how to handle it.

“Stop this nonsense this instant; Laura is your sister; you will treat her like one rather than pin all sorts of tales on her, " the father retorted, swallowing hard.

“No, how about we let Laura speak? I do know I raised her right, but Sebastian's hair has a reason why he stated that he did.” She asked again, narrowing her gaze down to me.

I sighed, panting heavily. I didn't want to be screwed over, and of course I was pissed as hell, yet his devilish grin on that strikingly handsome face was melting me down like wax.

“Laura? What do you have to say?” mother asked again, drawing my attention back towards her. I sighed before pinning my gaze back to her.

My heart was thudding at a very insane pace; it would kill me to make such a ghastly mistake, as I just could not afford to.

I felt heat rise to my cheeks, my lips cracked and paled. I wasn't the type to lie; I was mostly to hide things, and now everyone's gaze fell against mine.

“He must be mistaken. I don't know what he had seen or heard, but it's fine; I forgive him. “I lied; my throat ran dry while I averted my gaze around the entire hall.

“oh, really? I'm what I am now! Am I a liar? She does drugs, with all due respects , except for your mom, you think I want a drug used, an addict to be my sister?”

“Enough! '' Dad yelled, banging his fists against the table. His voice had called a loud echo, and the maid who had approached you with a tray in her had turned stuff on the spot.

“Excuse us, Marie,” mom added faintly.

“The problem here is that she will be your sister, and well, of course, I know you are full of selfishness and mischief, and I had let you go on saying and doing things as you wish, but blasphemy about your stepmother. I would never let that happen.” I added, I'm drawing on my breath. A cold chill ran down my spine, yet I knew better; I was ready to make him look like a liar.

“It's okay, dad; I would not have heard the same; I'm new, and the change was so sudden,“ I added in. I watched my mother pass me a pleased and reassuring smile.

“You know what? I just lost my appetite; you all can as well go to hell.” He snapped and heard towards the stairs.

“That boy will not be the death of me.” His father, before pulling back his cutlery, I could still feel my mother's questioning gaze on mine.

The rest of dinner was held in silence; the food tasted sour against my lips; there's a whole lot that worked up that's never in me; yet more than that, I couldn't find myself narrowed into a situation like that.

“Thanks',' I whispered before pulling myself off the table.

“Goodnight child.” His father greeted me as being more like Sebastian. I wondered if he got the genes from his mother; obviously, he was just as handsome as his father, but why on earth would he do that to me?

And more importantly, how did he know?.

I stopped on my way; however, my eyes narrowed down to the corridor. I could hear faint whispers coming from it; someone was out.

Curious at what he was doing, I took slow steps towards him, walking up the stairs until I got to the balcony. I swallowed the shed, seeing that our gazes matched almost immediately.

“What? Now you're a stoner? A liar and a creep?” Sebastian asked, pushing closer to me, and I took steps away from him.

“I'm sorry, I heard someone and thought I might check it out. I'll just head back to my room.” I stuttered. I turned on my feet, but his hands pulled towards me almost immediately, pressing our chests against each other.

He was shirtless, a bit taller than I was, and like a fool, I had lost my balance and rammed my face directly into his breath, my eyes against his nipples.

I could hear my heart beat at a fast pace through my ears, my eyes pinned on How.

“I'm sorry, but... but why?” I asked, pulling away from him. He tucked his fingers into my hair, pulling me even closer to him while I turned stiff, surprised by the sudden and unexpected turn of events.

“Aren't you way too beautiful to be my sister?” He asked again, this time bending closest to me, his lips merely inches away from my ear.

"Well, sister, here is the thing: I do not want the likes of a liar as a sister, and I will make sure I do everything I can in my power to make sure you return to the hell hole you crawled out of. I do not want a sister and absolutely no cheap gutter kid like you, so whatever dreams you have of a happy family with us, it won't work. I'll make sure that even with my last dying breath it won't work, I promise you, now get out!” he snapped.

I shuddered from fright upon hearing his words and took to my feet, heading down to my room. I slammed the door before bolting it closed, my heart racing in my chest while sweat trickled down my temples.