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.

even the driver's annoying humming. The

Way too silent.

days off every now

I called out, my voice shaking. "Mum, are you

No answer.

I stepped inside. "Mum?"

Still nothing.

the stairs. The door to their room was halfway open. I didn't care

But I shouldn't have

one that had somehow become my favorite too-and passed out, praying the whole day would start afresh so that I could do some things

in, the world-my

everywhere. On the bed, the floor, everywhere.

breathe. I sincerely

at the

was sitting with his head

"Dad?" I whispered.

90

look 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

going on?" I asked,

He didn't answer.

took a slow step forward. My shoes made a sticky

If I looked, I'd see. And if

Mum?" My voice

head jerked a little like my words physically hit

he looked

to it from the inside. His eyes... They were

father cry. Not once. Not even

out at

me like he couldn't