Resisting my Step-Brother

Invading his home

The next day I had decided to get started on building my life. Scrolling through the internet on my laptop, I scanned through multiple jobs near by. I needed to get a job if I was going to afford a place of my own. That way I can get out of this house and away from that demon. My 19th birthday was coming up soon and I needed to get on my feet so I can have a bit more independence. I continued to scroll down and saw a job 10 minutes drive from here. It was an opportunity to be a receptionist in a posh restaurant. The description read:

Looking for a polite, hard working person that has exceptional social skills and time keeping. Must be able to undertake additional tasks when needed for example; serving food, taking orders and clearing tables along with their own responsibilities. Additional pay will be given if other tasks are needed to be completed by the receptionist due to insufficient staff. The responsibilities of the receptionist will be to take bookings over the phone, at the door and via emails. They are also responsible for guiding customers to their tables. Monthly and annual bonuses are available for exceptionally hard working employees and will be rewarded when necessary.

I clicked on ‘apply now’ and filled in the application form which included a photo of me. Once I had sent it I closed down the browser and shut down my laptop. Hopefully they will get back to me by the end of the week, otherwise I will have to look for another job and that means I would have to wait even longer to start saving for my own place. My stomach began to rumble so I made my way upstairs. I walked into the kitchen and found my mum and Mark sitting at the dining table, eating their breakfast.

“Elise! Please come and join us, I had made your mother a fry up and there is still some left over in the pan, help yourself” Mark politely suggested. I smiled at him and walked over to fill my plate. I sat down opposite him and next to my mum. 

“What are you going to do today Elle?” my mum asked me as I was stuffing my mouth full of food.

“I’ve applied for a job actually” I answered. My mum looked at me surprised.

“Oh really!”

“Yes mum, don’t act too surprised now” I sarcastically said.

“Where’s that?” Mark asked. I swallowed my mouthful and looked at him.

“In ‘The Mariot’” I replied. Mark look impressed.

“Wow, they pay good money there” he said.

“I would apply for more jobs if I was you, just to be on the safe side” my mum doubted. I stared at her with a negative expression.

“You would? And why is that?” I snarled.

“Well... you might not get the first job you apply for” she said trying to hide her disbelief. I stabbed into the sausage on my plate with irritation and shoved it into my mouth.

“I’ve got experience in bars and restaurants you know mum. I also have been a receptionist for a company too” I spitefully scoffed.

“I know darling, I just don’t want you to pin all of your hopes on one job. That’s all” she defended and Mark looked over with concern.

“Well I think that you will be fine” he smiled trying to defuse the tension.

“At least Mark has faith in me” I said and my mum nudged me. 

“Make sure you don’t throw any drinks on the customers if you get it” Liam challenged, walking in with his hands rubbing his eyes. 

“Liam!” Mark yelled and he just smiled. I frowned at him and tried to ignore his pathetic comment.

“Don’t want to lose your job straight away” he continued, ignoring his dads warning and boiling the kettle. I stared at him and narrowed my eyes.

“Well they don’t allow scumbags to enter the premises so I’m sure I won’t have any arrogant tramps pushing me over” I snapped and my mum pinched my leg.

“Elise! That’s enough!” She cautioned and Liam turned to me smirking. Does nothing bother him at all! It seems like anything I say just amuses him and feeds his ego. He made himself a coffee and walked back to his room. I felt irritated and needed to confront him on his attitude. I followed him to his room and threw open the door. I then leant against the door frame and stared at him. He was placing his coffee on his bedside table when I entered.

“What is your problem?” I yelled and he turned to me, highly amused by the anger he had caused.

“Who says I have a problem?” He smirked. 

“Your disgusting attitude says so!” I continued to yell. He kept his tone calm and replied.

“I didn’t think that my attitude had a voice” he sarcastically replied. I gritted my teeth and continued to become more and more irritated.

“What have I done to you that warrants for you to be so rude?” I asked him trying to contain my rage.

“What... apart from throwing hot coffee all over me and invade my home?” He said more seriously. I raised my eye brow at him. 

“Invading your home?!” I repeated and moved myself off of the frame. He let out a sigh and walked over to me. He grabbed my wrist to pull me into his room so he could shut the door. When the door was firmly closed he stepped closer to me, which caused me to move back until I was against the door. He continued to creep closer and his body was almost touching mine. I thought he was going to hit me or hurt me in some way from the look on his face, but instead he smirked and leant down to me.

“Yes Elle, you have invaded my home” he said in a gentler tone. I could feel his breath against my lips and it was causing me to feel strangely aroused. 

“Only people who know me can call me Elle” I grunted trying to distract my emotions and his smirked turned into a smile.

“You think you can move in here, prance your naked body into my room and pretend that you want nothing to do with me? I can see right through you” he taunted. I scrunched my face up.

“I didn’t know that this was your room” I reminded him but it was as though he was deaf. He looked down towards my cleavage and my breath got caught in my throat. It was like his eyes had the ability to touch my nervous body as he gazed down at it. Why do I feel so turned on right now? Snap out of it. He moved away from me and chuckled. 

“Make sure you close the door on your way out” he said as he sprawled himself across his bed. I huffed and slammed the door behind me. 

“Elle, come here please!” My mum yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes and stomped up the stairs to meet her with her arms crossed, standing by the sink.