[This is a co-write from another site. My co-author's name is Cali_cookies I told her I would give her props. This is totally different from my other stories. This is Taboo (Stepdaughter/Stepdad) but still Interracial. If it's not your cup of tea, please don't read. If it is, I hope you enjoy!
-Bizzy]
-Two Years Earlier-
"Morning, Mom," A 16 year old Melanie smiled at her mother.
"Morning," Her mother said. "Why are you so happy? You're usually begging me to call you into school sick."
"Today is the day Sam Wilks asked me to the dance," Melanie announced.
"That's great, Sweetie," Her mom said.
"Morning, Lovely Ladies." Michael, Melanie's step father came downstairs.
"Did you hear that, Darling? A boy is going to ask our little girl to the dance," Her mother kissed Michael's cheek.
"Which boy?" he asked Melanie.
"His name is Sam Wilks," He mother handed Michael his coffee.
"Oh, the boy with penis, I don't like him," Michael sat down.
"Daddy, he's a nice guy and totally hot," Melanie smiled.
"Oh, well since he's totally hot we should let her go," Her mother sided with her.
"Fine, but I want to meet the boy and get a chance to threaten him before you go out. Sweetheart, where's my shot gun?" He asked his wife.
"Daddy!" Melanie shouted.
"Calm down, Melanie, he's only kidding and lighten up Michael; the girl was bound to go on a date eventually. She's a very beautiful girl," Her mother said.
"I know, she looks like her mother and I want to make sure that no boy takes advantage of her," Michael said.
"Dad, I'll be fine." Melanie sighed.
"Fine, I'm still meeting him," Michael said.
"Daddy, be nice please," Melanie begged.
"He will, I promise. How about when you get back from school, will go dress shopping?" her mom asked.
"Sure," Melanie smiled.
"Time to get to school, Young Lady." Michael said. Melanie grabbed her bag and waved goodbye to her parents.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Mom, he asked me out!" Melanie shouted when she got home. "Mom?"
She found a note saying she went to the store and she'd be back in a minute. Melanie decided to go start her homework in the living room. Before she knew it, hours had passed and her mother hadn't come home yet. She heard someone walked through the door but she saw it was Michael.
"Dad, have you heard from mom?" she asked him.
"No, weren't you two supposed to go shopping?" he asked.
"Yeah, but she wrote a note saying she was going to the store and I haven't heard from her," she explained.
"Let me call her, I'm sure she's just being forgetful," He pulled out his phone and dialed her cell. "She not picking up." He ended the call.
"Dad, I'm scared," Melanie said.
"Don't get worked up, Sweetie," He said.
They both were sitting in the living room watching TV and an hour later there was a knock at the door. She ran to answer but saw a police man on the other side.
"Sweetheart, is your dad home?" he asked.
"Dad!" She yelled as she began to panic.
"Mr. Williams?" the police man asked as dad walked up to the door.
"Yes?" he answered.
"I'm sorry to tell you but your wife died in a car accident..."
"Mommy," Melanie broke down. The background fades to black and Melanie is watching a 16 year old her cry.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Melanie woke up and looked at the calendar with tear stained cheeks. Today was the anniversary of her mother's death. She had that dream constantly around the time her mother died, now she just had it yearly on this day. She got washed up and went downstairs to make breakfast for her step father; they'd usually spend today together, no school, no work.
Melanie was a 5 foot 7 girl with beautiful brown skin and long, dark brown hair. Full lips, breasts, hips and thighs. She wore a black tank top and shorts as she started to cooking.
"Morning, Daddy," She smiled.
"You didn't get much sleep?" he asked.
"Neither did you," She joked.
"Same dream?" he asked.
"Why does it still hurt?" she asked him.
"She was your mother, of course it will hurt," He said,"It's just how we heal. The therapist said it's perfectly ok to take years along as we don't dwell and we have each other."
"What would I do without you, Daddy?" She asked him.
"You're strong and beautiful just like your mother, you'd be fine." He smiled,"Just like your mother."
Melanie looked at him. He was staring at her the why he used to look at her mother. She just thought it was because she looked like her but Michael felt a little more.
"Daddy?" Melanie asked.
"Sorry, just daydreaming, what movie did you want to watch first?" he asked, trying to find a distraction.
"Breakfast club, Mom's favorite," She smiled.
"And yours." He smiled.
"So what? It's tradition," She laughed.
"You're lucky I loved you and your mother," He hugged her but held the hug lasted a little longer than normal. Melanie squeezed tighter just thinking he needed comfort and he pulled away.
"I'll set it up," He said.
"I'll finish breakfast," She told him.
~*~*~*~
Melanie sat opposite Michael on the couch, putting her feet in his lap. He laughed a bit before looking up at their mounted television. He watched the opening credits roll and, as usual, he felt the familiar and incessant ache in his chest. He knew Melanie was feeling it, too.
Melanie blinked several times to keep the tears from falling. She had to be strong for her step-father but it was so hard when it hurt so badly. She stole a quick peek at him. His eyes were misty as well... by the end of the first twenty minutes, several tears had made their way out of both of their eyes. Michael looked at her and felt another tug of sadness. He hated seeing her cry... He always felt compelled to make it better, even if he couldn't.
"I'm sorry, Daddy," she apologized, quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. Seeing the pain in his eyes made her feel that she was only making things worse for him. He gently grabbed her wrist, stilling her hands as she continued to attempt to wipe away all evidence of her emotions.
"Sweetheart, you don't have to play tough for me," he said simply, looking into her puffy brown eyes with his blue ones. After receiving unnecessary consent to show emotion: she threw herself into his arms and broke down completely. He held her tightly as her body shook violently from the force of her loud cries. Tears silently fell from his own eyes as he held her closely. This was what they needed: Refuge from the pain and from life, itself. Soon, she was perfectly calm, resting her heavy and throbbing head on his strong chest. Her cheeks were red and stiff from the dried tears and her nose was stuffy. Michael gently stroked her soft hair, planting soft kisses on her forehead and whispering words of comfort. She relaxed into his warm embrace...
~*~*~*~*~
Two years. It had been two years since Michael's world fell apart. His wife was his everything and she'd been dead for two years. This was a hard pill to swallow for him...It seemed like it was only yesterday that he carried a happy and crying Melody over the threshold of their current house, holding the hand of an ecstatic six-year old Melanie. The years had flown by and she was no longer the child she used to be. Now, she had grown up and filled out. When had his little girl become a young adult?
The therapist told them that it was vital for them to find a way to cope so they could pick up the pieces of their shattered lives. As a result, Melanie joined her school's Dance Team and Michael began renovating their home. Melody always had big plans for their house but she never acted on them. He figured that it would be the perfect tribute to her and an excellent healing opportunity as well.
Michael never even bothered dating again. It wasn't that no one was interested. At thirty-six, he was even more attractive than he was in his twenties, standing at a solid 6'2 with brown hair and chilling blue eyes. To him, there was just no point. No one could ever hold a candle to the memory of his beautiful Melody...
It struck a lot of people as odd that after Melody's death, he assumed custody of Melanie. There were of no blood relation but he loved her as much as, if not more than any man could love their own flesh and blood. Melanie never even considered the thought of leaving Michael and living with someone on her mom's side of the family, he was her dad, the only other person who knew exactly how she felt. They needed each other.
Michael couldn't even fathom walking out on her and Melody like her biological dad did. Melody always said that Melanie's biological dad was always looking for the 'bigger, better deal'. To him, nothing could be better than waking up to Melody in his bed every morning and watching Melanie grow up. He was there for almost everything from age six and on: He remembered watching her sit up all night waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve with milk and cookies and sneaking in at the last minute to scarf them down before she woke up, he remembered all the Band-Aids that he had to put on her knees when she fell off her bike the first time she tried to ride it without training wheels, he remembered Melody slipping money under her pillow for 'the Tooth Fairy'... he remembered it all.
Michael could see a change in Melanie in the time since her mother's death. She had become particularly active in the student body and buried herself in her schoolwork. He noticed that she only seemed depressed when April came around and she would be back to normal by early May.
She excelled at everything that she did, including Dance. She was captain of the team and had lead them to championships several times. Michael loved watching her do what she loved but he absolutely hated the way the horny high school boys ogled her body... She was his baby girl and he was not about to sit around and watch her be disrespected.
~*~*~*~*~
"You know Sabrina is throwing a party tonight, we have to get you out of this funk," Traci mentioned to Melanie. Melanie sighed knowing she didn't have any intention of going to this party; she had nothing to celebrate one day after the anniversary.
"I don't think so," Melanie closed her locker.
