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?

 

up to you

 

quietly hang

 

walk out of the room. Mom is standing in

 

She comes to me,

 

clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought

 

Her eyes are filled with tears and sadness. But I

 

out

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

out of town. The bus bumps up and down for more than two hours. I

 

stop, kid!” The driver

 

Through the woods I can vaguely see the sea. It’s getting dark now.

 

slump onto a bench and start to question the point of this runaway. It’s silly. Can I really live a life on my own without ever returning? I have exactly $529 on my account, which can’t last a month. Not to mention I

 

smash things. What have I done to deserve

 

find a ton of missing

 

mom told everyone

 

into the air. Maybe I’ll go back and suck up with whatever plans they’ve made

 

up and find a group of drunk men coming around the corner. They are pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as they approaching

 

one of the men spotted

 

pulse quickens. I quickly stand up, ducking my head

 

to get lost. But today isn’t my lucky day. Heavy footstep tags along as they keep teasing me with whistles and dirty jokes. “Hey

 

all burst into

 

fumble in my pocket in search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I crouch down to find it. But someone suddenly grasps

 

scream, “Get

 

against the tree. I start yelling for help, but he covers my mouth to muffle my words.

 

friends chortle and gather

 

those works. These are tough-built man and, even drunk,

 

nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills my mouth, as tears

 

in excitement, “Go

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