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ELIZABETH. Two months ago, I left San Francisco. Two months ago, I walked away from James and ended whatever we had going on between us—our unnamed relationship. Two months ago, I got my heart broken. And it wasn’t just me. My mom did too. Kind of silly that we both got hurt by the father and the son. Two months ago, we moved back to Los Angeles, and it’d be a lie if I say it was just easy; that coming back home was exactly what we needed to get over what happened. It wasn’t. Not immediately. At first, it was hard. Waking up each day knowing James wasn’t next door hurt. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was getting his texts and calls, yet having to ignore each one. Even when my fingers were itching badly to reply to his texts. My ears to hear his voice and my heart to feel his presence, even if it meant through my phone. But I walked away from him so I couldn’t go back. I just couldn’t fall back into his arms. So every time I see his calls or his texts, I remember th
My Stepbrother S I X T Y - O N E
ELIZABETH. "Hey! You forgot this!" I halt just before I push the glass door and turn to see Jared walking towards me with a key in the air. "Oh, thank you. Skipped my mind." I smile at him as I take the key from him and throw it inside my bag. When I lift my head, I notice him staring strangely and I lift a brow. "What’s that look for?" He slips his hands into his pockets and put on an innocent smile. "What look?" "You know what look." I chuckle as I cross my arms over my chest and he tilts his head. He’s gazing at me like he knows one of my secrets and before I can call him out on it, he opens his mouth. "So that guy. The one who was here earlier?" My heart skips a beat at his reference to James, and I drop my hands from my chest. "Yeah?" I hate that my tone is nervous and I can’t tell if Jared catches it. "Had a history together?" He questions and I swallow. "Why would you ask? Did it look like we do?" "You were in the restroom together for almost an hour." He points out and I
My Stepbrother S I X T Y - T W O
ELIZABETH. Jared doesn’t speak as he moves closer, and I watch as the smirk on his face gets bigger as his eyes lower down my face. When he doesn’t shift his gaze from wherever it’s landed, my eyes follow and I gasp, immediately dropping my hands over my chest when I realize he’s staring at how my breasts are almost spilling from my bra. "Eye up, Vance!" I snap, and he chuckles as he meets my eyes. "Can’t blame a guy for staring. Those are beautiful." His voice is loud so I can hear him from here and heat rises to my cheeks as I tighten my hands around my chest. "Shut up. What the hell are you doing here?" Jared has only been to my place once, and I didn’t think he’d remember the route or even come back here. He steps forward again, and he’s almost near my window. The house is a single detached with one leveled ground and three bedrooms, so it makes it easier to access the windows. Like I said earlier, nothing luxurious. "Will you go out later tonight with me?" He drops the questio
My Stepbrother S I X T Y - T H R E E
ELIZABETH. "Hi!" Jared smiles as I open the door and I stammer, not expecting him to be the one at the other end. "Oh–hey. Hi. You’re here. Again." He chuckles and I pull at the ends of the big shirt I have on before I press a hand to the doorframe. "What are you doing here?" I notice the bruises across his face and some dark spots, but before I can question on it, Jared speaks. "You weren’t at work yesterday, so I thought you might want to hear this. It isn’t exactly something I should say over the phone." He rambles and I lift a brow as I lean against the door with my arms crossed over my chest. "What’s it?" Jared sighs and removes his gaze from me for a few seconds. He hooks his fingers through his belt before he meets my eyes and says, "So this might get you mad, but that guy of yours was at work yesterday." I stare at him, confused for a second, before the words sink in and I drop my hands from my chest. "Oh, James?" He nods. "He wanted to see you." So he didn’t go back to San
My Stepbrother S I X T Y - F O U R
JAMES. I sit still on the bed with my bottom lip pulled between my teeth to hold back the strangled sounds that threaten to fall as I keep my eyes fixated on the floor. I lift my head when I hear the sound of a door closing and Elizabeth is walking out of the bathroom. She doesn’t look my way as she strides to the small sofa right by the door to grab her bag. I watch her throw it over her head and cross it over her chest and my lips parts, hundreds of words wanting to leave my mouth. I have so much to tell her. So much to convince her of. I have so much to show her and let her know, but I can’t say the words. She’s made up her mind and I don’t think there’s changing it this time. She doesn’t want to be with me in any way anymore. Not as the one who has romantic feelings for me, nor as one who cares about me as a friend. She wants out of my life completely and the pain I feel from realizing that, from listening to her say those words—hurts more than anything I’ve ever known. "I… um.
My Stepbrother S I X T Y - F I V E
JAMES. "James…" I take a step forward as I remove my hand from the switch. "Mom. What are you doing?" She holds a hand over her chest as if she’s trying to calm her heart as she turns her flash from my face. She turns it off and tucks the phone into the pocket of her Jean before she looks back at me. "Hey. I didn’t know you were around. Thought you went out." She smiles as she rolls the sleeves of her sweater and paces forward. I avert my gaze from her to the space behind, wondering what she could have been doing with the lights off. There’s nothing in this room. "Why are you in here? Were you searching for something?" "Yes. I mean no. What could I possibly be searching for?" Her laugh is awkward when it echoes around us and when I lift my brow in silent questioning, she continues, the words jumbled together and not sounding sure of them herself. "I was… um, I was making sure." She closes her eyes and sighs. One hand holds her hip as she rubs the other across her forehead. When sh
My Stepbrother S I X T Y - S I X
JAMES. My blood is boiling and my breathing is harsh as I wait for Janet to speak while she keeps hitting the hand I have wrapped around her throat, struggling to loosen my grip. "James… wait… please." She coughs and when I see her eyes redder than before, and lashes almost fluttering against her cheeks; I let go. I remove my hand and take several steps away from her, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I watch her fight to catch her breath. Her head hangs in the air with her hands on her opened thighs as she coughs violently while I keep my distance. After long torturous minutes of waiting, she raises her head with one hand crossed over her chest and I can see the fear in her eyes when they meet mine. I can feel it in her stance and she stares at me like she doesn’t recognize the boy who stands before her—Good. I don’t recognize myself these days anymore either. "What’s wrong with you?" Her voice is small, edged with gentleness rolled in reluctance, and when she blinks once more
My Stepbrother S I X T Y - S E V E N
ELIZABETH.—SEVEN MONTHS LATER.It’s been nine months since I left San Francisco and exactly seven months since James was here.I thought that day was the last time I’d hear from him, but he had other plans. Since he left, he texted me every single day. He keeps me in a loop with everything that happens in his life; how his every day goes, what new things happen, and all other unnecessary stuff I never asked to know about. It’s like I’m his diary and he doesn’t care I don’t reply to his messages, he keeps sending those texts anyway, and at first, I found myself annoyed by them—I was once close to actually blocking him—but there was a small part of me that enjoyed that. There’s a part of me that loves knowing everything that goes on with James, even when I don’t want him close. That part of me looks forward to those texts of his, to what he’d say and what he’d complain about. I’ve tried to not let myself feel that way, but there was no stopping me. I’ve grown too used to them that I fi
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