My Future Stepbrother

Chapter 42

I shot up in my bed, vomit filling my throat and ran for the bathroom.

I emptied the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

My head was spinning as I brushed my teeth but it soon dissipated leaving me feeling incredibly sober and foolish about my behaviour.

I look to the window, it’s still dark and I can still hear music coming from downstairs.

I pull myself together, I needed to find Kallie and apologise. She had finally found a nice guy and I had ruined their first night together.

I went down the stairs but the party had almost completely died out. A few stragglers remained but no-one I wanted to talk to.

I looked for either Kallie or Drew but nothing.

I pull open the door to the downstairs toilet ready to bring up the last of my bubble-gum flavoured goodness but was nearly floored by the scene in front of me.

Harley was in a state of half undress pushed up against the bathroom wall, lips locked with passion on the man I assumed was his secret boyfriend – Josh.

Josh let go of Harley and met my eyes. Fear ran through them as he stuttered trying to get his words out.

“Please Aleah! Don’t tell anyone!” My eyes moved to Harleys, the hurt in them evident from the emotional gut punch Josh had just thrown.

“I won’t.” I told Josh and he slightly relaxed.

I could see he was unsure what to do next. I took both his hands in mine. “But you should, before you end up losing something really special. Love is love Josh, if you can earn to accept that I promise you the people that care about you will too.” Josh was forced out of my hands as Harley pulled me into a hug.

“Harley this is really lovely and all but you’re practically naked so could you please let me go.” Josh chuckled as Harley let me go and readjusted my hair.

“I’ll leave you to it.” I joked with a wink shutting the door behind me.

I walked back to the fire pit smiling, I liked them together. I hoped that Josh could just find a way to get to being okay with who he was, you can’t live in secret forever and be happy.

Kallie wasn’t here either, she must have  gone home. I sit on the bench and allow the cool breeze to relax my thumping head as I watch the last dying embers of the fire die out.

I’m drawn away from my thoughts as I familiar laugh emanates from the pool house. I look and see Brittany and Jayce exiting hand in hand. Him in nothing but an open shirt and his boxers.

He sees me and let’s go of her hand.

I feel my heart shatter into cold glass splinters.

I can’t believe he did this.

My heart pounds so hard it feels like it will spring from my chest and land on my lap. I hate him!

“LEE! STOP!”

I run from my seat into the house, barely able to see as tears fill my eyes. Why? Why would he do this?

I know why. Because he’s Jayce Thompson and this is what he does. He just liked fucking with girls, or better yet he just likes fucking girls. Especially sexy, easy, bimbo cheerleaders.

I see blurry figures of the last remaining guests at the front door, I don’t want them to see me. I grab the door to what I think is the pantry to step inside but as there is no shelf to stop me I fall into what is actually the laundry room.

I curl up against the back wall hugging my knees. I want to snap my heels together three times and Dorothy my way out of here. Out of this house, out of this situation. I want to be back in my old room with its slightly torn wallpaper and thread bare carpet.

I want to eat pizza with dad and listen to him complain about incompetent people at work.

I want my mum.

I howl as the tears leave me, I can’t breathe properly. Why? Why did he do this? Why did he do this to me?

My body shakes as my heart break spreads through me, making every nerve that Jayce’s touch once made alive die.

I feel cold, dark and alone.

Congratulations Jayce Thompson, you finally did it , you finally broke me.

Sorry for  the short chapter guys but it works better this way in context ❤📖