• BOO!". My triplet sister yelled. Sending my eyes immediately up.
    Cynthia laughed. I hated when I fell for my sisters s**t. The two high five. Its weird when you are the most unpopular guy at school, yet your two sisters are the most popular. I rolled my eyes.
    "******** off Kandy. I'm trying to read!" I had actually been trying to figure out why i couldn't stop thinking about a boy in my class.
    "You know what really ********, Cynthia?" Kandy said, with a grin.
    "No, what?"
    "This!" They both poured a bucket over my head. I was covered in the fish guts and eyes that my sisters had been saving up for the past three weeks. I screamed in anger, and slammed both of their head together. They started to laugh like dumb asses. I hear a car door slam, it breaks me from the violent fantasy. All three of us jumped, and peered out the window. Our neighbor, Ms. Finchy. If mom came home and saw this mess, well, we would all be dead. Especially me, unfortunately. According to mom, I was the bad egg. The one that messed up, and Kandy and Cynthia were little angels. Not only did my own mother hate me, but she also thought I was a whore. I couldn't figure out why. Why they hit me, or why they thought I am a slut. I am not. I could feel the latest of their anger on my back.

    Deep cuts crisscrossed. At least I don't share a room with those creeps. I went into the bath room, taking my towel, and locking the door. I got in the shower. But I still felt like a stinky fish when I got out. Mom didn't come home. Dad had given Kandy and Cynthia permission to go to a party. So I was home alone with my Dad. And his evil secret. Dad and i were close in his eyes. And I hated every thing about him. Dad had come home about three minutes after I got my bed redone and fresh. And as soon as he walked in, Kandy and Cynthia started to beg. Daddy's little girls. I thought scornfully. The only way i was different from my sisters physically, was that I am male, and have short spiky hair and a low crackly voice.

    "Oh, I never get to see my little girls any more!" Dad exclaimed.
    "But daaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddy!" Kandy whined. "Its the social eve"
    "ent of the summer!" The two finished each other sentences when ever they talked to dad. It made me sick.
    "Maybe, if you promise me, no drinking or sex."
    "We promise!" They said in unison. "Besides its a all girl sleep over party." They said.
    "Okay. I trust you." He gently kissed each of their foreheads and the two ran off to grab their bags. Dad looked at me and smiled. The same smile he always gave me when he knew they would be alone for at least five hours. Then winked, sending a shiver screaming down my spine.

    "So, Dolores called me at work today. She has decided that she wants to visit her parents. She'll be gone for the next week or so." I knew what dad had in mind. But it made me sick. I knew he would get Kandy and Cynthia out of the house for as long as possible. And that if he couldn't he would just take me to the other house.
    "Bye bye Zander." Kandy said and punched me in the arm.

    Cynthia bobbed her eye brows at me and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye bye little brother!" They tried to run out with out dad seeing the low shirts the wore.
    "What are you wearing! I thought it was an all girl party!" He exclaimed.
    "Its not really a all girl, Marceys older brother will-"
    "be there. And so will Mia's twin"
    "Brother." Its not that I wanted to be alone with dad, but I knew how much Kandy and Cynthia liked those two. They were all they talked about on the phone, and they often asked me for advice on how to get them. So I told them what guys like. Surprisingly Mia's twin (Ryan Anderson) Was one of my best friends. And I knew that at first he only talked to me, so he could figure my sisters out.

    "Dad, you did say that they could go already, so its kinda like being an indian giver if you don't let them go. Plus, it IS the number one social event. If they don't go, they'll be totally humiliated. So, for the love of their popularity, let them go man!" I could tell that he was about to say, 'no, no no.' Before I spoke out. Dad looked at me.
    "I was going to say no."
    "But daddy!" They interrupt.
    "But that little out burst from your brother, just saved you. Go ahead and go. No sex, violence, drinking, or anything that breaks the law."
    "Yay! Thank you thank you thank you!" They two exclaimed and hugged him. They ran out the door. As soon as he heard the car roar away, dad moved toward me. I took a deep breath. I knew better than to resist him. I let my air out slowly and took a step backward, toward the back room. The back room. Where no one was aloud. It was the only room in the house that the skeleton key couldn't open. I kept backing up, I never wanted to do this with dad. He had started it when Mom started to drink and be gone all the time. When she was so drunk or angry all the time that he couldn't be intimate with her.

    But he would never do this to the girls. He loved the fact that they were still virgins, and they were always happy. He wouldn't ever do anything to damage them. But me, well, I was already damaged by mom in his eyes. Damaged because she was always hitting me. So adding this he figured wasn't worse. At least, that was my guess. I was up against the door now, and he opened it with the only key that worked on it. Truth be told, I didn't want him to do this to my sisters. Because I loved them, and I didn't want any thing bad to ever happen to them. If it were them, I would kill dad. I really would, with out a hesitation. I remember, last year, it was three days before our 14 b-day, a boy asked Kandy to come to his house for a study date. She was so excited. But dad had me come with her. He was three years older. And no one trusted him. That day I had had way to much lemon aid, and while I was in the bathroom, he tried to molest her. She screamed, and I ran in, and hurt him badly. His hand was under her shirt, and she was pinned against the wall. I remember lifting him up, and throwing him across the room. I have no clue where I got the strength to do that. We sued him and his family for every thing they had, and we won. Unfortunately, I had to pay for the throwing him, with community service. If I did kill dad, where would I hide the body? Why the hell am i still thinking about that?! But then again, don't i have a rig- shut up mind! Wait, why am I telling my self to shut-up? Whatever.

    But I would do it again in a NY minute if it was to save my sister. Dad pushed me into the room, I stumbled and fell backward on my butt. Dad smiled, stepped in, and shut the door behind him. It was pitch black in the room. I backed up, my back hit the bed. Dad was next to me, and he lifted me onto the bed. He pulled off my shirt and kissed my chest. Then he kissed my mouth. I think when he does this to me, he isn't my step father any more, he isn't any thing at all. I feel like I can't breath, his body is heavy, and disgusting. He sighs and lays next to me. We're both on our sides now. He wraps his arms tight around my body. His nose is pressed against my throat. I pull my arms to my chest, and he pulls me closer. My breath is still hard, and frightened. Like a child after they see a horror movie for the first time. My heart, I try to keep it from beating so loudly. I'm sure he can hear it. The weirdest thing is that, even tho I hate the sex, when he just hold me like this, I feel warm and happy. Not really happy, as I feel safe. I know that when he holds me close to him, he isn't going to do any thing much for a while.

    He just lays there, and soon is asleep. Not tonight, its one of those, he can't sleep because I am frightened nights. Usually he'll whisper in my ear, and tell me not to cry. Or he'll say, you can't tell any one. If you did, I would get arrested. You don't want me to get arrested, do you? The truth, never tell him the truth. Yes, sometimes I want you to be arrested, but I don't really care. So I shake my head no, always. So he whispers in my ear, trying to calm me. My eyes are flooding tears, and I can't stop it.
    "Zander, shhh, stop crying. Its alright, no need to cry. Stop breathing like that, you'll faint for to much oxygen. Shhhh." He sounds like a shaky ocean. Shhhhh. Shhh. It just makes my want to cry harder. But I stop. He wipes a run away tear from under my lip. He is holding my chin, and he kisses my mouth. "My favorite thing about you, Zander, is that even tho your sisters poured fish stuff on you, you still smell like cinnamon, chocolate, and flowers. But I can't smell a faint of rotten fish guts. Lol." He kisses me again, but holds it. My heart beet is going to fast and hard, I can't breath. Its not because I am excited, its because I am so scared.

    When he finally falls asleep, I crawl out of his grasp, and get the key. I feel like what mother says about me is true. After leaving him to sleep, i take a long hot shower. But i still feel wrong and violated, like I always do. I curl up in my bed. I know i should probably go back to him, he'll end up being very mad at me for leaving, but... I don't want to go back. I am holding my late grandfathers pistol in my left hand. A suicide note in the other. I know i wont do it. But if i did. What would happen? And the girls.... No if I think about them, i definitely will not kill myself tonight. But what if mother starts to hit them, or dad.... No, I can't do it. I have to. But, I don't know any more! My thoughts are panicked and flustered. I lower the gun, and return it to its hiding place under my bed, with the note.

    I know he will have to take me some where tomorrow. The girls don't have any place to go for more than five hours. I shudder. I hate his house. Its always dark and smells like french perfume. I hate french perfume. My eyes are drooping, and finally fall closed.