I couldn’t believe I just had one of the best nights of my life with my stepfather, Solomon.
Solly, as my mom usually called him is a hardcore wanton. From the first day my mom introduced him to me, I hated him.
  He always gave me flirtatious looks which always made my face squeeze in disgust.
  One time when I came back for weekend from college, he was at home alone. My Mom had gone out of the city and she didn’t inform me.
  That night, I was in the shower when I heard my room door crack. I didn’t take it as anything, though I was alone.
  I don’t go into the bathroom with towels or wrapper. I mean it’s my room, why do I need to cover up and enter the bathroom.
  After bathing I came out, with body dripping and my eyes red from the bath. I moved to the bed to grab my towel when I found a CD on my towel.
  I was shocked, then I looked up and found Solomon starring and smiling sheepishly. God, I was mad. I quickly grabbed my towel to cover up.
  I can’t remember the words and curses I rained on him before ordering him to leave my room. He couldn’t even apologize, all he said was:
  “I don’t like girls who keep bushes, it’s disgusting.” Then he walked out, as he owned me.

  That made me so sad and I quickly phoned my mom, and she replied,
“Sarah calm down, I’m in the next room, and Solly passed away three years ago. Do you want to visit the therapist?”
Yes, it just occurred to me. I was having nightmares. And who wouldn’t have nightmares after poisoning their stepfather