S O P H I E
Pushing myself away from the window, I feel my stomach growl. I’ve been hiding in my room since I got here last night.
The idea of going out and seeing Bruce, my step-dad, wasn't one that appealed to me.
I should’ve known any man who chose to marry my mother would be as cold as she was.
Hell, I didn't even know she was married until I was told that I was being shipped back home to him.
“Step-dad,” I say, rolling the words across my tongue.
He was nothing like I expected him to be.
When I thought of a step-dad, I thought of a man with greyish hair, wrinkles around his eyes.
I thought of someone who was at least my mother's age or who looked like some of the fathers who came to visit the other girls in my dorm.
No, it looks like my mom liked them young.
Bruce loo
