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?

 

Dad calls my name, “This is up to you really. If you want

 

hang up

 

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

 

you?” She comes

 

of me.” I grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought of what I want? Why do

 

inhale. Her eyes are filled with tears and sadness.

 

rush out

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

out of town. The bus bumps up and down for more than two hours.

 

The driver

 

a city park. Through the woods I can vaguely see

 

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 account,

 

smash things. What have I done to deserve this

 

nonstop. I take it out and find a ton of missing calls:

 

can’t believe mom

 

lay back on the 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

 

I hear heavy 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. It’s an open

 

the men spotted me, “What are

 

quickens. I quickly stand up, ducking my head

 

lucky day. Heavy footstep tags along as they keep

 

burst into

 

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

 

I scream, “Get away from

 

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

 

chortle and gather

 

none of those works.

 

my tongue till copper taste fills my mouth, as tears drop down my cheeks and falls on a man’s

 

crying!” someone shouts in excitement, “Go

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