“Here we are,“ Richard, Tammara’s new step-dad, announced as the family set their bags down and looked at the house they were now standing in.  Tammara looked around the strange house.  This was going to have to be home now?  She didn’t like the look of it at all.  It felt … off. 


“Well,” Joyce said, bouncing the  baby on her hip, “It will look nice once we get the furniture in.  Right Tammara?”
   “Sure mom,” Tammara replied just to appease her mother.  She didn’t think it would ever look nice. 
   “This will be a wonderful place to raise our new little Bella,” Richard stated.  He then leaned over and kissed two year old Bella on the head.  Rolling her eyes Tammara stalked off upstairs.


Having already been told that she would have to take the attic room, Tammara made her way all the way to the top of the house.  Emerging from the stairs she looked around.  The attic was dilapidated and old.  Up here it felt cold and creepy.  Feeling like she was being watched she went back downstairs.


As she made her way back downstairs she noticed by the boxes that the movers had arrived.  She didn’t  get time to even offer her help before Richard said, “Do you really have to go traipsing  about in that whore dress?”


“Not that it’s your business what I wear Richard, but why do you even care?” Tammara asked.


“I don’t want you influencing Bella to dress like a slut.”


“Good grief.  Bella is two years old.  Why don‘t you just leave me alone about my clothes.  I can wear whatever I want.  I‘m not even a teenager anymore.”


Knowing that an angry retort would be coming and not wanting to deal with it Tammara moved pass Richard.  “I’m going for a walk,” she snapped and left the house.