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

 

hang up on

 

phone and walk out of the room. Mom is standing in the hallway, twisting her frail

 

comes to me, “About his

 

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

 

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

 

out

 

when I came here, but that plan went to drain; I wanted to go back to Miami,

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

end up on a bus going out of town. The bus bumps up and down for more than two hours. I cry and fall asleep during the trip. When I wake up

 

stop, kid!” The

 

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

 

live a life on my own without ever returning?

 

things. What have I done to deserve this

 

take it out and find a ton of missing calls: mom, dad, Jenna…even Eason and

 

believe mom told

 

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

 

heavy footsteps. I look up and find a group of drunk men coming around the corner. They are pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as they approaching me. It’s an open street. But

 

one of the men spotted me, “What are you doing

 

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

 

lucky day. Heavy footstep tags along as they keep teasing me with whistles and dirty jokes. “Hey where are you going? Get

 

burst

 

someone. The phone slips through

 

scream, “Get

 

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

 

chortle and gather

 

none of those works. These are tough-built man

 

of this even in my worst nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills my mouth, as tears

 

shouts in excitement,

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