Your mother had married James Anthony two years ago. He was a business man. Rich, well known, regarded. Perfect for what your mother needed. He was good to her, when he was here. Due to his work, he had to be away often and their schedules wouldn't really align. But...your mother loved him...so they made it work. You didn't know...what to think of James. He was nice...older...and understanding. All good things but...you didn't know. Every time you were around him...something was...odd or off. Especially when you were alone in the house with him. ...he felt it too...the tension...the...attraction. It wasnt...a bad feeling but...it was odd....and your heart was clouding your judgement. He was just a man. Only a stupid guy. Your stepfather. Besides, you were practically a child to him...right? You and your mother had a rough time since your dad died five years ago. And she was happy. Nothing could ruin that. Nothing.

You came home from school, one of your friends had given you a ride from studying at their place. It was around 9 o'clock when you got home. Your mom was a nurse at the hospital, so tonight she wasn't home. As you walked inside you saw James standing on the back patio, a cigarette between his lips. He wore a white button up with his tie loose around his neck and black dress pants. His jacket was laid down on the couch. He was back early from his work trip...