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.

the driver's annoying humming. The house

Way too silent.

of the staff days off every now and then-but all of them? Never. My

I called out, my voice

No answer.

I stepped inside. "Mum?"

Still nothing.

as I climbed the stairs. The door to their room was halfway

But I shouldn't have

long pull from Mum's favorite whisky-the one that had somehow become my favorite too-and passed out, praying the whole day would start afresh so that I could do

when I stepped in, the world-my

were blood stains everywhere. On the bed,

breathe. I sincerely

at the

was sitting with his head

"Dad?" I whispered.

90

to rip the thoughts out of his skull. His whole body shook like he'd been crying so hard he forgot

what's going on?" I asked, softer this

He didn't answer.

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

the blood. I couldn't. If I looked, I'd see. And if I

Mum?" My voice cracked. "Where is

head jerked a little like my words physically hit

looked up

blotched and sunken as if someone had taken a torch to it from the inside. His eyes... They were red, but not from rage or drink.

cry. Not once. Not even at

out at first.

like he couldn't believe I was standing