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?

 

my name, “This is up to

 

hang

 

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

 

he tell you?” She comes to

 

grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth,

 

tears and sadness. But I don’t

 

out

 

go back to Miami, but I was kicked out; my mom and that fancy townhouse shut the door on me long ago, so I don’t

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

on a bus going out of town. The bus bumps up and down for more than two

 

kid!” The driver shouts

 

a city park. Through the woods I can vaguely see the sea. It’s

 

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 next

 

to scream, cry and smash things. What have I done

 

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

 

mom told

 

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 there’s no one

 

of the men spotted

 

quickly stand up, ducking my head down to avoid eye

 

as they

 

all burst into

 

search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips through my fingers during the chaos. I

 

scream, “Get away

 

both of my 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 feisty.

 

chortle and

 

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

 

of this even in my worst nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue till copper taste fills my

 

crying!” someone shouts in excitement, “Go

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