Daughter Dearest

"I don't have to do what you say", Daria shouted. "You're

not my mother". I'm going to tell my dad to divorce you".

Daria was a gorgeous, fiery red head with a temperament to

match. The tiny gold specks in her deep brown eyes flashed like

lightning when she was angry. She was the rudest, most

undisciplined, spoiled teenager her stepmother, Suzanne, had ever

known. The teen's mother had died when Daria was a baby and her

father had only recently re-married. Until now the girl had had

had the run of the house, and her father wrapped around her

finger. She was known as Princess Daria to some of the women

who had dated, then left, her father. Not only did they not

want to live with that brat, they couldn't even comprehend how

her father could stand her. Becoming an instant mother to a

teenager would not have been easy under any circumstances, but

Suzanne knew that this girl was in a class all by herself.

"I realize I am not your mother, Daria", Suzanne said

patiently, "but since your father will be out of town all week, I

am responsible for supervising you and keeping you out of

trouble. You have to go to school. Now, get in the car; I'll

drive you".

"Fine," Daria stated, in a tone of voice which indicated it

was anything but fine.

Fine. Good, Daria thought. I'll show her. She doesn't

know what trouble is, but she will by the time I'm through with

her. I won't have to tell Daddy to divorce her; she'll move out

before he even gets home next week. Then it will be just the two

of us again.

Daria got into the car and smiled to herself while her

stepmother silently drove her to school. She imagined what she

would say to her father when he called at the end of the week:

"Gee, Daddy, I don't know where Suzanne is. I came home from

school and she just wasn't here. Her clothes are gone, too."

She almost giggled as the first part of her plan began to take

shape in her mind. First, I'll break one of the rules at school

and get suspended for the rest of the week. Then I'll have all

day every day to torment Suzanne until she runs screaming from

the house and is out of my life and Daddy's, too.

Later that day Suzanne received a call from the principal at

the high school Daria attended.

"Daria was seen hitting and punching a fellow student", the

principal informed her. "From what I can gather, Daria began the

altercation, unprovoked, and had to be physically pulled off the

girl. She has been suspended from school for the rest of the week

pending further investigation and possible permanent expulsion.

One of her parents is required to come to my office and pick her

up".

A few minutes later, an angry and embarrassed Suzanne walked

Into the principal's office, sat down next to Daria, and asked

the girl for her side of the story.

Daria said "I hit the bitch. I didn't like her looks".

Suzanne wasn't even surprised at the response. This

behavior was typical of Daria. Suzanne apologized to the

principal for her stepdaughter's actions, told him she would deal

with the situation at home and promised him it would not happen

again. The principal had his doubts. He'd had dealings with

Daria before.

When they arrived home, Daria threw her books onto the

living room floor and trotted upstairs to her room, her short

skirt dancing across her slender thighs, her small breasts

bouncing under her tight t-shirt. She threw her bedroom door

open and slammed it shut. A moment later what Daria thought

passed for music blasted through the house. Suzanne put her

purse down and walked slowly and deliberately up the stairs and