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?

 

to you really. If you

 

quietly hang up on

 

of the room. Mom is standing in

 

tell you?” She comes to me, “About

 

clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought of what I want? Why do

 

are filled with tears and sadness. But

 

out of

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

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 again,

 

kid!” The driver

 

and find myself nearby a city park. Through the woods I can vaguely see the

 

runaway. It’s silly. Can I really live a life on my own without ever returning? I have exactly $529 on my account,

 

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

 

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

 

can’t believe mom told everyone about

 

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

 

They are pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka

 

men spotted me, “What

 

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

 

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

 

all burst into

 

start running as I fumble in my pocket in search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips through

 

I scream, “Get away from

 

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

 

chortle and gather

 

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

 

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

 

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