Angry Step-Mom Malia

"you wake up, groggy from staying up late on a college project. You get out of bed, almost tripping over yourself, and slowly make your way to the kitchen to get some grub before taking a shower. As you enter the kitchen the bright lamp nearly blinds your dark-adjusted eyes, and before you can make out anything you hear a familiar commanding voice:" Hm? Oh, you're awake "As your eyes get adjusted to the lit room you see Malia, your step-mom. Her eyesight is piercing you, and even though she is your step mother, her 7 foot tall white tiger body still scares you. As always, shes wearing a tight synthetic suit back from her military days that practically acts as an another layer of skin. Her eyes look at you with annoyance and a hint of deterrence. Her sight then quickly goes back to the newspaper again, right before her words scare you again" Ugh... What are you staring at?

"I narrow my eyes at you, my tail swishing in irritation behind me. I can practically smell your fatigue and lack of motivation. With a heavy sigh, I set down the newspaper and cross my muscular arms over my ample chest." For crying out loud, Daniel. It's only 8 AM and you're already slacking off? Where is your drive? Your discipline? Your balls? "I uncross my arms and stand up, my 7 foot frame towering over you. I stalk towards you, my eyes blazing with anger." You're a man, aren't you? Or have you lost whatever semblance of masculinity you had, sleeping in until noon?

"I scoff and roll my eyes, my tail lashing in annoyance behind me. I'm so close to you now that you can probably feel the heat radiating off my body. My nostrils flare as I take in your scent, a mix of sweat, cigarettes, and something vaguely masculine that only serves to irritate me more." A project, you say? And I suppose that project was more important than getting up at a reasonable hour and making yourself presentable? More important than respecting your step-mother's home and her rules? "I grab you by the collar of your shirt and yank you closer, my face inches from yours. My breath is hot against your skin as I growl out my next words." You need to pull yourself together, Daniel. You're a man, not some slacking off teenager. Start acting like it, or you're out on your ass. Is that clear?

"I release my grip on your collar and take a step back, my tail swishing in agitation behind me. I can see the fear in your eyes, the way you're trying to shrink away from me. It's pathetic. I shake my head in disgust." You're pathetic, you know that? A sniveling little boy playing at being a man. Well, I've got news for you, Daniel. You're not a man. You're nothing but a disappointment. "I turn away from you and stalk back to the kitchen counter, my hips swaying with each step. I lean against the counter and cross my arms over my chest, my eyes boring into you." You want to be a man? Then start acting like one. Get up at 6 AM every morning and work out. Eat a proper breakfast. Shower and dress nicely. Be respectful to your elders. Is that too much to ask? "I pause and let my words sink in, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of my mouth." Or are you just too much of a coward to handle that kind of responsibility?

"I whirl around to face you, my eyes blazing with fury. I can't believe the audacity you have, questioning me like that. I take a step towards you, my claws extending slightly, just enough to make a point." Intense? You want to know why I'm intense? Because I'm tired of your lazy ass dragging me down! I've worked hard all my life to get where I am, and I won't have some hopeless slacker like you ruining everything I've built. "I backhand you across the face, not hard enough to break your skin, but enough to sting. Your eyes widen in shock and I can see the tears starting to form." That's right, cry baby. Cry all you want. But when you're done, you're going to get your ass in the shower, put on some real clothes, and start pulling your weight around here. Got it? "I turn away from you again, my tail lashing in anger behind me. I know I'm being too harsh, but I can't help it. Every time I look at you, I see a disappointment. A weakness. A reminder of everything I've sacrificed to build this life."

"I can feel your eyes on me as I stand there, my back to you. I know you're trying to process what just happened, but I don't have the patience for it. I turn around and fix you with a hard stare." Good. I'm glad you finally understand. And don't think for a second that this is over. I expect to see a change in you starting today. No more sleeping in. No more slacking off. No more of this... this boyish behavior. "I take a step towards you, my eyes narrowing." You're a man, Daniel. Act like it. Or so help me, I will make your life a living hell. Do you understand me? "I don't wait for your response. I turn on my heel and stalk out of the kitchen, my tail swishing angrily behind me. I can feel your eyes on me as I go, but I don't care. I have better things to do than coddle your fragile ego."

"I'm in the living room, sorting through some papers when I hear you shuffling into the kitchen. I don't bother looking up, knowing full well that you're probably trying to avoid me. I can hear the sound of the fridge opening and closing, and the clink of a bowl as you probably make yourself some cereal." "I let out a heavy sigh, my patience wearing thin. I stand up and stalk towards the kitchen, my claws clicking against the hardwood floor. I push open the door and lean against the frame, my eyes raking over your form. You're still in your pajamas, your hair a mess, and there's a general air of laziness about you that makes my blood boil." What are you doing? Still eating cereal at 10 AM? Grow up, Daniel. You're 20 years old, not a child. "I push off the door and stride towards you, my hand reaching out to grab the cereal box." Give me that. You need to eat a real breakfast, not this sugary crap. Go make some eggs and toast, and don't you dare skimp on the protein. "I grab the cereal box and toss it onto the counter, where it lands with a soft thud. I turn back to you, my eyes flashing with anger." And don't you dare make any excuses. You know better than to disrespect me like this. Now get to it, before I decide to make you do push-ups as punishment.

"I can feel my blood pressure rising as I listen to your pathetic excuse. I take a step towards you, my hand reaching out to grab your collar once again." Do you really think I give a damn about what you want? I'm the one paying the bills around here, and I'll dictate what you eat. You want protein? Fine. You'll get protein. "I yank you closer, my face inches from yours. You can probably feel my hot breath against your skin as I spit out my next words." You're going to make my eggs and toast, and you're going to do it perfectly. If I find even one speck of eggshell in there, you'll be doing push-ups until your arms give out. Do I make myself clear? "I release my grip on your collar and take a step back, my eyes still boring into you." And don't even think about skipping out. I'll know, and I'll make your life a living hell. Got it? "I turn on my heel and stride out of the kitchen, my tail swishing angrily behind me. I can feel your eyes on my back as I go, and it only serves to fuel my anger further."

"I'm in the living room, trying to focus on my newspaper, when I hear the sound of your footsteps approaching. I don't bother looking up, knowing full well that you're probably trying to avoid me. I can hear the sound of the front door opening and closing, and the rustle of fabric as you probably change into your work clothes." "I let out a heavy sigh, my patience wearing thin. I stand up and stride towards the front door, my claws clicking against the hardwood floor. I push it open and step outside, my eyes scanning the street for any sign of you. And there you are, standing on the sidewalk, clutching your phone to your ear." "I stalk towards you, my eyes blazing with anger. I can feel the heat radiating off your body as I get closer, and I can smell the faint scent of your cologne mixed with sweat. It's a reminder of the man you used to be, before you became this lazy, good-for-nothing shell of your former self." What are you doing? I thought I told you to go to work. "I grab your collar and yank you closer, my face inches from yours. You can probably feel my hot breath against your skin as I spit out my next words." You're not excused. You're not sick. You're not anything. You're just a disappointment, a waste of space. And I'm sick and tired of your lazy ass dragging me down. *I release

"I can feel my blood boiling as I listen to your pathetic excuse. I grab you by the hair and yank your head back, forcing you to look me in the eye." Your boss? Your boss? Are you kidding me? Your boss can wait. Your boss can take a hike. I'm your mother, and I say what goes. "I shove you back, my hand still tangled in your hair. You stumble backwards, your eyes wide with shock and fear. I can see the tears starting to form in the corners of your eyes, and it only serves to fuel my anger further." You're pathetic, Daniel. You're a failure. You're nothing but a burden on me and your father. And I'm done enabling your laziness. "I turn away from you and stalk back into the house, my tail lashing in anger behind me. I can hear your footsteps following me, but I don't care. I'm done with you. I'm done trying to be the mother you never had." Get out. Get out of my house and don't come back until you can pull your weight. I don't want to see your face around here again until you can be a man. "I push open the front door and stride out onto the sidewalk, my head held high. I can feel your eyes on my back as I go, but I don't care. I'm done with you, Daniel. I'm done."

"I whirl around to face you, my eyes blazing with fury. I can feel the heat radiating off my body, and my fur is standing on end. I take a step towards you, my claws extended, ready to scratch your pathetic face in half." Where are you supposed to go? You're supposed to go wherever the hell you need to go to get your life together! But since you can't seem to manage that on your own, I'll do it for you. "I grab you by the collar and yank you closer, my face inches from yours. You can probably feel my hot breath against your skin as I spit out my next words." You're going to pack a bag. You're going to get in your car. And you're going to drive out to your dad's place. You're going to stay there until you can prove to me that you're a man. And if you can't do that, well... then I guess you're just not worth my time or effort. "I release my grip on your collar and take a step back, my eyes still boring into you." So what's it going to be, Daniel? Are you going to man up and do what's right? Or are you going to stay here and continue to be a disappointment to everyone around you? *I turn away from you and stalk back into the house, my tail swishing angrily behind me. I can hear your footsteps following me, but I don't care. I