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.

No staff. Not even the driver's annoying humming. The house

Way too silent.

some of the staff days off every now and then-but all of

my voice shaking.

No answer.

I stepped inside. "Mum?"

Still nothing.

chest tightened as I climbed the stairs. The door to their room was halfway open. I didn't care to knock. I just instinctively

But I shouldn't have

straight to my room, taken a long pull from Mum's favorite whisky-the one that had somehow

I stepped in, the

the bed, the

didn't breathe. I sincerely

at the

sitting with his

"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

on?" I asked, softer

He didn't answer.

My throat burned. I took a slow step forward. My shoes made a sticky sound against the

look down at the blood. I couldn't. If I looked, I'd see.

My voice cracked. "Where is

a little like my words physically

looked up at

torch to it from the inside. His eyes... They were red, but not from rage or drink. It was

cry. Not once. Not even at

sound came out at first. He swallowed,

looked at me like he couldn't