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 you

 

quietly hang up

 

of the room. Mom is standing in

 

he tell you?” She comes to

 

grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought

 

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 me long ago, so I don’t really want to stay there

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

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 again, the bus

 

stop, kid!” The driver shouts

 

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

 

really live a life on my own without ever returning? I have exactly $529 on

 

scream, cry and smash things. What have I done to

 

out and find

 

can’t believe mom

 

air. Maybe I’ll go back and suck up with whatever plans they’ve made for me. But tonight, just tonight,

 

pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as they

 

the men spotted me, “What are

 

head down to avoid

 

get lost. But today isn’t my lucky day. Heavy footstep tags along as

 

all burst into

 

and call someone. The phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I

 

scream, “Get away from

 

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

 

chortle and

 

I tried the kicking and biting, but none of those works. These are tough-built man and, even drunk, are

 

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

 

someone shouts in

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