Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Mated 316

Chapter 316

"My mother is not a whore."

And for the first time in my life, I felt powerful

And completely out of control.

I didn't remember the walk home.

The blood on my sleeves had dried into sticky patch it itched

They told me to bring my fathef tomorrow, or I'd be suspended. I told them I wouldn't, and I meant it. So they suspended me.

Fine. Let them.

I didn't care.

I just wanted to go home. I wanted Mum to still be there. I wanted-God, I don't me. Maybe to say I didn't do anything wrong. That I wasn't a monster.

know what I wanted. Maybe for her to hold

That she was proud of me for once for standing up for myself and not being a

a coward.

I wanted to run into her arms and bury my face in her chest, even if she didn't want to hug me back. I didn't care. I'd wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tight, and maybe-just maybe-she'd remember I was her son.

I had forgotten what it felt like to be loved. The feeling of being loved was slowly fizzling away along with my childhood memories.

The whole place was silent the moment I stepped into the gate.

staff. Not even the driver's annoying humming. The house was

Way too silent.

off every now and then-but all of them?

called out, my voice

No answer.

I stepped inside. "Mum?"

Still nothing.

their room was halfway open. I didn't care to

But I shouldn't have

to my room, taken a long pull from Mum's favorite whisky-the one that had somehow become my favorite too-and passed out, praying the whole

when I stepped in, the world-my

were blood stains everywhere. On the bed, the floor, everywhere.

breathe. I

at the

was sitting with

"Dad?" I whispered.

90

up. His elbows rested on his knees, his hands tangled in his hair like he was trying to rip the thoughts out of his skull. His whole body shook like he'd been crying so hard he forgot

I asked,

He didn't answer.

burned. I took a slow step forward. My

didn't dare look down at the blood. I couldn't. If I looked,

Mum?" My voice cracked.

like my words physically

he looked up at

and sunken as if someone had taken a torch to it from the inside. His eyes... They

father cry. Not once. Not even at Grandpa's

lips moved, but no sound came out at first.

like he couldn't believe I