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

 

hang

 

away my phone and walk out of the room. Mom is standing in the hallway, twisting her frail fingers,

 

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

 

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

 

takes a sharp inhale. Her eyes are filled with tears and sadness. But I don’t really care what

 

rush out of

 

when I came here, but that plan went to drain; I wanted to go back to Miami,

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

out of town. The bus bumps up and down for more than two hours. I cry and fall asleep during the trip. When I

 

The

 

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

 

really live a life on my own without ever returning? I have exactly $529 on my account, which can’t

 

things.

 

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

 

mom told everyone

 

bench and gaze blankly into the air. 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. It’s an

 

of the men spotted me, “What are you

 

ducking my head

 

today isn’t my lucky day. Heavy footstep tags along as they keep teasing me

 

burst into

 

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

 

scream, “Get

 

tree. I start yelling for

 

friends chortle and

 

biting, but none of those works. These are tough-built man and, even drunk, are

 

alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills my mouth, as tears drop down my cheeks

 

shouts in excitement, “Go

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