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 up on

 

phone and walk out of the room. Mom is

 

tell you?” She comes to me, “About

 

and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought of what

 

are filled with tears and sadness. But I don’t

 

rush out

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

up on 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, the bus has

 

kid!” The

 

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

 

a bench and start to question the point of this runaway. It’s silly. Can I really live a life on my own without ever returning? I have exactly $529 on my

 

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

 

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

 

can’t believe mom told everyone about

 

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

 

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. It’s an open street. But there’s

 

spotted me, “What are you

 

pulse quickens. I quickly stand up, ducking my head down to avoid eye contact, and hurry down the

 

tags along as

 

all burst

 

someone. The phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I crouch down to find it. But

 

“Get away

 

body against the tree. I start yelling for help,

 

friends chortle and gather

 

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

 

nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till copper

 

someone shouts in excitement, “Go

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