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

 

quietly hang up

 

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

 

Did he tell you?” She comes

 

I grip my first and ask through my clenched teeth, “Have you

 

filled with tears and sadness. But I don’t

 

out of

 

could stay with Zack when 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 shut the door on me

 

Guess I am homeless.

 

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

 

The driver

 

a city park. Through the woods I can vaguely see the sea. It’s getting dark now. Might

 

life on my own without ever returning? I have exactly $529 on my account, which can’t last a month. Not to mention

 

and smash things. What have I done to

 

out and find a ton of missing calls:

 

believe mom told everyone about

 

bench and gaze blankly into the air. Maybe I’ll go back and suck up

 

corner. They are pretty wasted, I can smell the vodka as they

 

one of the men spotted me, “What are

 

stand up, ducking my head down to avoid eye contact, and hurry down the

 

today isn’t my lucky day. Heavy footstep tags along as they keep teasing me with whistles and dirty jokes.

 

burst

 

my pocket in search of my phone and call someone. The phone slips

 

“Get away

 

and presses my body against the tree. I start yelling for help, but he covers my mouth to muffle my

 

chortle

 

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

 

never thought of this even in my worst nightmare. Desperate eating me alive. I bite my tongue

 

crying!” someone shouts in excitement, “Go gentle on

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