My Step Mom

My name's Brianna Quinn, I'm 28 years old. The proud owner of B Architecture and interior designs. I started this company at the age of 20 and here I am today. It wasn't easy though but I had support from my mum and siblings. They were there for me and I couldn't be more thankful their support. My company is everything to me and I don't take shot from anyone, my employees know best not to mess with me.

People think am a bitch and a sassy one at that but honestly am not. Am a lonely girl. I once had a best friend before college but I guess our friendship wasn't at all that important to her. All the people that I meet pretend to be "friends" when in reality it's just a way of gaining connection in the business world. I mean how can you pretend to be someone's friend for the sake of money and fame?. I just don't get it.

Am the only one left in the office and it's late so let's call it a night. I need my bed honestly. Taking my bag and stuffing my laptop in it, I grabbed my car keys. Switching off my computer, I head home.

I make my way to my private elevator into my parking lot. I was about to open my car, today I decided to ride my Maybach to work, I was startled by a voice. I looked beside me and I saw a teenager about 15 or 16 years old, dirty, skinny and he looked hungry.

Hello ma'am, he said.

"Can I get $5? I need to get something for my siblings to eat, they've been hungry for two days now.

What the actual fuck. Two days? I thought.

"Honey, where are your parents? it late and dangerous for you and your siblings.

"B-both our parents abandoned us to fend for our selves. We have no place to stay and I couldn't get a job to feed my siblings He said almost crying. He's trying not to sound vulnerable and I can see that.

"Can you take me to your siblings? I asked.

He looked reluctant. I just want to help I promise.

Ok, please come with me.

When we got to his siblings, my heart shattered into pieces, who in their right mind would leave this precious kids on the streets. I didn't know I was crying until I felt two little hands on my cheeks trying to wipe my tears, I saw that it was a boy about 2 years old making me cry even more.

"Don cway" he said in his baby voice. Wiping my tears I picked him up settling him on my hips, I look at the oldest.

"Are you from the same parents? I asked.

"yes" he replied.

"How about you kids come with me to my house?.

Ar- are you sure ma'am?

"Yes honey, I can't leave you guys here it's too dangerous. And you need to be fed, clothed and treated.

The two girls, one about 13 and the other, if am not mistaking should be 7 or 8 years old looked at their brother skeptically.

I knew I can't leave them like this, I could take care of the them. I've got the money, proper shelter and I could send them to a proper school too. its too dangerous out here for the boy, the girl and the little one.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear the boy talking.

"Oh sorry", what did you say?.