I'm in Love with the Devil's Spawn... And He's My Stepbrother!

I'm in Love with the Devil's Spawn Chapter Two

    The next day, I slept in until 11:00am because my family had stayed out until 11:00pm the night before, and I had been exhausted anyway. When I woke up, the bass from Brandon's music was already blaring through the house. I groaned in exasperation and stomped down the hall. I pounded on his door with my fist and impatiently tapped my foot. "Oh, good morning Alicia. How lovely it is to see your face," Brandon said sarcastically.

"Let's get one thing straight, Brandon. Even if you are going to be my stepbrother, you can't go blaring your music through our house." I shuddered at the word 'our'. "Not all of us want to listen to screamo." Brandon looked at me in disgust.

"It's metal, smart one," he said matter-of-factly.

"Whatever," I rolled my eyes. "It's loud and obnoxious, just like you." He smiled sourly at me and responded in a threatening tone.

"Alicia, it would do you good not to get on my bad side because you have no idea of the things I am capable of." I scoffed.

"Wow, how low of you Brandon. Threatening me. You really need to get a grip or something." I heard Brandon growl in the back of his throat, but he remained calm.

"Like I said, Alicia. Stay on my good side. Otherwise, you'll regret it." I rolled my eyes once more, and I walked downstairs. To my dismay, I heard the volume on Brandon's 'metal' music go up, and I could almost see him smirking. "Moom!" I whined as I walked into the kitchen.

"Good morning to you too," Mom replied. I could see her at the stove, probably cooking one of her own recipes.

"Oh, right. Good morning," I added.

"Now what were you whining about?"

"Make Brandon turn his music down. It's giving me a headache."  My mom rolled her eyes but started towards the stairs. A couple of minutes later, Brandon's music went almost completely down. Hallelujah! I sighed in relief, and my mom came back down. "Thanks, Mom," I said as she came into the kitchen. She smiled and went back to the stove. I was still in my pajamas, which was a black camisole and pink booty shorts. I heard someone heavily coming down the stairs, and when I turned to look, Brandon was walking down the stairs, already dressed in jeans and a simple black t-shirt. He sent me a glare, and he walked up to my mom and gave her a hug.

    For some reason, this caused anger to boil up into me from my toes til the point where it would seem as if it were curling off the tips of my hair. I growled in the back of my throat, and Brandon slid into the seat farthest from me. I returned his glare, and then, I turned back to face my mom. "So what's on the agenda for today, Mom?" I asked her as she set a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon in front of me.

"Nothing, really," she said, sitting a plate in front of Brandon. I internally groaned. Don't give him food, I thought, let him starve! I frowned but shook my head to clear my thoughts. I took my fork and dug hungrily into my eggs. "Mmm, yummy, Mom," I said.

"Thanks," she smiled at me, and I returned her smile.

"It is good, Mom," Brandon added. I shook with anger. He had no right at all to call my mom 'Mom'. He was just taking over like he'd lived here all his life. I took a deep breath through my nose, and I tried to calm myself. I quickly finished my breakfast, and I planted a small kiss on my mom's cheek. "I'm gonna go get ready," I told her, and then, I quickly ran up the stairs. As soon as I got to my room, I punched my bag in the corner of room in anger. I grimaced and punched my wall. Oops. I rubbed my now red knuckles. Ouch, that hurt. I really shouldn't do that. I turned my attention back to the punching bag that was hung from the ceiling.

    I vented all my anger into the poor bag, and when I was done, I was exhausted. I collapsed on my bed and stared at the ceiling. I relaxed for a few minutes, and then, I got up to choose my outfit. I slipped into the denim shorty shorts, and I pulled a dark purple tank top over my head. I slipped some black high-heeled flip flops with small rhine stones on the straps. I happily turned on Start at the Heart by The Ransom Project, and I started jumping up and down in my room, rocking out on air guitar. I giggled giddily, and I grabbed my iPod off the dock. I ran down the stairs and nearly crashed into Mark. "Oh, hi Ma- Dad!" I giggled. I was still giddy from my little rock out session.