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?

 

calls my name, “This is up to you really. If

 

hang up on

 

the room. Mom

 

Did he tell you?” She comes to me, “About his girlfriend

 

clenched teeth,

 

with tears and sadness. But I don’t

 

rush out of the

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

for more than two hours. I cry and

 

The driver

 

myself nearby a city park. Through the woods I can vaguely see the sea. It’s getting dark now. Might not be a good idea going into

 

I really live a life on my own without ever returning?

 

cry and smash things.

 

it out and find a ton of missing calls: mom,

 

mom told everyone

 

go back and suck up

 

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

 

spotted me, “What are

 

quickens. I quickly stand up, ducking my head down to avoid

 

for them to get lost. But today isn’t my lucky day. Heavy footstep tags along as they keep teasing

 

burst

 

pocket in search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips through my fingers during

 

scream, “Get away from

 

presses my body against the tree. I start yelling for help, but

 

friends chortle and

 

of those works. These are tough-built man and, even drunk, are still way stronger than

 

in my worst nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills my mouth, as tears drop down my cheeks and falls

 

in excitement, “Go gentle on

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