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?

 

name, “This is up to you really.

 

hang

 

my phone and walk out of the room. Mom is standing

 

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

 

me.” 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

 

filled with tears and sadness. But I don’t

 

rush out of the

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

bumps up and down for more than

 

The

 

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

 

of this runaway. It’s silly. Can I really live a life on my own without ever returning? I have

 

cry and smash things. What have

 

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

 

can’t believe mom told everyone

 

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

 

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.

 

spotted me, “What are

 

pulse quickens. I quickly stand up, ducking my head down

 

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

 

all burst into

 

slips through my fingers during the chaos.

 

“Get away

 

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

 

friends chortle and

 

the kicking and biting, but none of those works. These are tough-built man and, even drunk, are still way stronger than

 

my tongue

 

crying!” someone shouts in

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