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?

 

is up to you really. If you want to

 

quietly hang up on

 

of the room. Mom is standing in the hallway, twisting her frail

 

you?” She comes

 

his plan of getting rid of me.” I grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought of

 

are filled with tears and sadness. But I

 

rush out of

 

thought I could stay with Zack when I came 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,

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

bus bumps up and down for more than two hours. I cry and fall asleep during the trip. When I wake

 

stop, kid!” The driver shouts at

 

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

 

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

 

smash things. What have I done

 

has been buzzing nonstop. I take it out and find a ton of missing

 

can’t believe mom told everyone

 

Maybe I’ll go back and suck up with whatever

 

pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as

 

of the men spotted me, “What are you

 

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

 

pray for them 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 where are

 

burst into

 

I 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

 

scream, “Get

 

start yelling for help, but he covers my mouth to muffle

 

chortle

 

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

 

thought of this even in my worst nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till

 

in

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