Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Mated 312

Chapter 312

I stood there, holding the strap of my backpack a little tighter. "Oh Okay."

I waited. Just in case she changed her mind, Just in case, she glanced at me, saw something in my face, and said, "You know what? Get your shoes on. I'll drive you."

But she didn't. She reached for her lipstick instead. It was bright red almost too red. Like the actresses in those TV shows I watched alone most nights when they weren't home.

I bit the inside of my cheek.

I missed when she used to take me to school, kiss my forehead, and tell me to be

a good boy. I used to wave at her from the gate, and she'd wave back through the window. That was a long time ago, hough.

But I guess I'd never experience that ever again.

"Mum?" I called cautiously. I didn't want to upset her. Lately, she got irritated when I spoke too much.

"Mhm?" She replied, adding some more lipstick to her lips.

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I stepped closer, careful not to bump into the vanity table. "Did... did I do something wrong?" I gathered the courage to ask the question I've always wanted to ask her for so long now. But she didn't even look at me.

I pressed the tip of my finger to the edge of the table and started to tap it. One- two. One-two. Slow and nervous.

was smart. But now you don't even look at

me. She turned like it hurt to

was so soft. It wasn't annoyed or tired. Just...

first time in so long, I saw my Mum's eyes soften a

her really

happy. I made the right decision to come to talk to her. At

today, she only gave me simple answers to questions and barely even spares me a

moment forever. I had almost forgotten the reason I was there or the

smiled when she called

She swallowed, "Why would

okay, Mum. You don't have to feel sad about it," I said softly, trying to catch her eyes again. "I love you, Mum. Just that... I get too lonely most

trembled, but she

I miss when we

were a happy

whisper

kids in school... their

bring them lunch sometimes.

wave at

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upset her. I really didn't. So I spoke as carefully as possible, like

glass with my bare