In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 4

 

I don’t believe this. He didn’t want me to come down to Boston earlier. What happened? What changed?

 

Dad mumbles over the phone, “Of course you are welcome to come back. It’s just—I think you should spend more time with your mom. When was the last time you visit her? Maybe this is a great chance for you to bond.”

 

I don’t buy that. “How long do you want me to stay here?”

 

He falls into silence.

 

My mouth goes dry. And my heart is falling into a bottomless pit. After a long wait, I decide to make this easier for him. “Dad. What is the real reason?”

 

Another painful silence. He finally speaks up.

 

“…Hallie wants to move in with me.” His voice so low. Almost hard to catch up, “I thought it might be awkward if you two are both here at the beginning.”

 

My mind went completely blank.

 

I don’t know what to think, nor what to say. But I guess my reaction doesn’t really matter to these people anyway.

 

“So, this is it?” I grip the phone till my knuckles turn white, “You are kicking me out because you want to please your girlfriend?”

 

“No!” Dad’s voice is squeaky, seems like he’s trying to hide the guilt, “I’m just afraid that you’d be uncomfortable. And I talked to your mom, Boston has better education. Maybe you’ll have a greater chance getting into a better college if you stay there.”

 

So mom is in this too. And it’s a long-term plan.

 

Oh yes. Just looking out for me. As they have always been.

 

When they first got divorced, mom also kindly suggested me go to Miami with my dad because she was afraid that I would be “uncomfortable” here.

 

And the same excuse again.

 

I am a soccer ball to them? They can just kick me aside whenever they don’t want me around?

 

“This is up to you really. If you want to

 

hang up on

 

out of the room. Mom is standing in the hallway, twisting her frail fingers,

 

She comes to me, “About

 

plan of getting rid of me.” I grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought of what I want? Why do you have to decide my life for

 

inhale. Her eyes are filled with tears and sadness. But I don’t really care

 

out

 

drain; I wanted to go back to Miami, but I was kicked out; my mom and that fancy townhouse shut the door on me

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

bumps up and down for more than two hours. I cry

 

stop, kid!” The driver shouts

 

can vaguely see the sea. It’s getting dark now. Might not be a good idea

 

this runaway. It’s silly. Can I really live a life on my own without ever returning?

 

cry and smash things.

 

out and find

 

can’t believe mom told everyone

 

bench and gaze blankly into the air. Maybe I’ll go back and suck up with whatever plans

 

are pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as they approaching me. It’s an open street. But there’s

 

the men spotted me, “What are

 

quickly stand up, ducking my head down to avoid eye contact, and hurry down

 

along as they keep teasing me with whistles and

 

all burst into

 

running as I fumble in my pocket in search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I

 

“Get away

 

locks both of my hands and presses my body against the tree. I start yelling for help, but he covers my mouth to muffle my words.

 

friends chortle and

 

is shivering. I tried the kicking and biting, but none of those

 

me alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills my mouth, as tears drop

 

in excitement, “Go gentle on

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