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

 

hang

 

Mom is standing in the hallway, twisting her

 

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

 

clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought

 

with tears and sadness. But I don’t really care what she

 

rush out of

 

drain; I wanted to go back to Miami, but I was kicked out; my mom and that fancy townhouse shut the door on

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

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

 

stop, kid!” The driver shouts

 

woods I can vaguely see the sea. It’s getting dark now. Might

 

live a life on my own without ever returning? I

 

to scream, cry and smash things. What have I

 

take it out and find a ton of missing calls: mom,

 

can’t believe mom told everyone

 

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

 

They are pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as they approaching me.

 

of the men spotted me, “What are you

 

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

 

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

 

all burst into

 

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

 

scream, “Get

 

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

 

chortle

 

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

 

never thought of this even in my worst nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills my

 

in excitement, “Go gentle on

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