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 you really. If you want to

 

hang

 

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

 

Did he tell you?” She comes

 

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

 

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

 

rush out of the

 

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

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

and end 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,

 

kid!” The driver

 

and find myself nearby a city park. Through the woods I can vaguely see the sea. It’s

 

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 account, which can’t last a month. Not to mention I will start college

 

and smash things. What have I done to

 

phone has been buzzing nonstop. I take it out and find

 

can’t believe mom told everyone

 

the air. Maybe I’ll go back and suck up with whatever plans they’ve made for

 

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 street. But there’s

 

one of the men spotted me, “What are

 

stand up, ducking my head down to avoid eye contact,

 

tags along as they keep teasing me with whistles and

 

burst into

 

in my pocket in search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I crouch down to find it. But

 

scream, “Get away

 

yelling for help, but he covers my mouth to muffle my words.

 

friends chortle and

 

body is shivering. I tried the kicking and biting, but none of those works. These are tough-built man and, even drunk, are still way stronger

 

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

 

shouts in excitement, “Go gentle on

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