I have a very close relationship with my step-dad, but not in a pedo way. I'm going on a Beta Club trip to Lafayette tomorrow, and I live in Baton Rouge. I've never gone anywhere without him, and he's made up the absence of my abusive father for a few years now. Im staying in Lafayette for 3 days: Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday for the convention. Around 8, we went to bed and my stepdad came and tucked me in bed (I am 13). I started crying because I was going to miss him a lot. He's my protection, my human anti-depressant. He works at Kenan Advantage, so usually he wakes up around 2 in the morning. He cared enough about me, he stayed with me for 2 hours calming me down and reassuring me it's going to be okay. He dropped his snot-towel (he's sick), and I went to his room to give it back. I started crying a little And my mom started yelling (yes, at 9pm) at me for being a drama queen, little brat, and other names. I walked out and about 30 minutes later, my stepdad came back. He stayed until 10:30, and told me it'll be alright.