Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

263-The Bastard Monster Got Me.

Making my way back home through the field was a different kind of feeling for me. I have been calling this my home, but I would feel this weird fear in my heart whenever I would cross the tall grass that would make me feel like this could and would never be my home. It always felt like somebody was watching me.

'I will charge this thing and call Akin. I have to make sure he knows I am really sorry," I said to myself while walking to the front of the house.

Now that I knew Lord Vasquez would never punish his sons for anything, I wasn't too afraid of being seen with them. But that didn't mean I was going to get romantically involved with them.

I had only knocked once when the door opened, and Pamela welcomed me in with a smile on her lips.

’How are you?" she asked, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside in a hurry.

"I am fi—ne," I replied awkwardly, not getting why she was being so friendly with me.

’Oh my Gosh! I have been so worried for you," she continued to ask, dragging me to the lounge and sitting me down.

’Your hands are so cold," she said, rubbing my hands between her hands, and then rushing over to the kitchen to get me the tea she always makes for me.

’Eh-hum!" I cleared my throat, getting up from the couch when she appeared again and handed me the hot, brewing tea.

worried." She made sure I took a few sips of the drink before I even spoke

with no notice. I had been-wait- where is mom?" I asked as I looked around and didn't find her coming out of the room to nag me for leaving

was with you. You two left together, remember?’ She smiled awkwardly, staring me in the eye and waiting

heart attack. For a moment, I didn't even know what to say or

and asked her, but

from my spot and rushing to the bedroom to look for her

already." Pamela ran after me, and together we ran into

home," Pamela confirmed, wondering why I was looking around

be?" I whispered to

covered my mouth, imagining the worst thing that could

went back to the hotel room?" Pamela suggested, but I gave her a head

hotel suite, not her home. She can't just go live there," I grunted, feeling angry at myself for

Maybe she went to a friend's house or something." Pamela rubbed my arm when trying to make up an excuse for my mom’s disappearance, but it was only irking me. I didn't

mother had gone missing when she came back here. The fact that instant the field appeared in my thoughts, the thought

dizzier than I was when I came back home. I was sleep deprived, but not to the point where I could not even keep my eyes open, so why the

struggled to clear my throat, looking for my phone

to find