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?

 

is up to you really.

 

quietly hang up on

 

room. Mom

 

comes to me,

 

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 really care what she thinks right

 

rush out of

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

town. The bus bumps up and down for more than two hours. I cry and fall

 

kid!” The driver shouts

 

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

 

on my own without ever returning? I have

 

smash things. What have I done to deserve

 

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

 

mom told everyone about

 

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

 

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

 

spotted me,

 

up, ducking my head down to avoid eye

 

as they keep teasing me with whistles and dirty jokes. “Hey where are

 

all burst

 

phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I crouch down

 

“Get away

 

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

 

friends chortle and gather

 

of those works. These are tough-built man and, even drunk, are still way

 

tongue

 

crying!” someone shouts in excitement, “Go

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