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 up on

 

of the room. Mom is standing in the hallway, twisting her frail fingers, looking

 

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

 

of getting rid of me.” I grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you ever thought

 

filled with tears and sadness. But I don’t

 

out of

 

I came here, but that plan went to drain; I wanted to go back to Miami, but I was kicked out; my mom and that fancy townhouse

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

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

 

stop, kid!” The driver

 

vaguely see the sea. It’s getting dark now.

 

slump onto 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

 

scream, cry and smash things. What have I done

 

out and find a ton of missing calls: mom, dad, Jenna…even Eason and Mr.

 

mom

 

back and suck

 

around the corner. They are pretty wasted, I can smell

 

men spotted me, “What are

 

up, ducking my head down to

 

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

 

burst

 

slips through my fingers during the chaos. I crouch down to find it. But someone suddenly grasps my shoulder from

 

I scream, “Get away

 

for help, but he covers my

 

chortle

 

kicking and biting, but none of those

 

Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills

 

crying!” someone shouts in excitement, “Go

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