My Stepbrother secret obsession

It Is Like The World Is Speaking A Different Language

Glad to know Lilith had retained back the strength she lost for a moment, on account of my mother, who will always ravage everything of mine, including happiness and the plans I have worked for.

"Do not dare utter anything like that in my house." Christian bolts up to his feet, completely furious while he approaches his daughter.

And for a moment, I was prepared for her to get slapped, just as my mom had done me, but Christian was better than mom. He halted before his daughter only to intimidate her and get a clear response.

"Dad." She mumbled.

"You are so disrespectful. I can't believe you." He yelled, seething. Leigh had to hurry over to calm his father, who was outraged at his daughter statement.

Princeton Claire dropped the throw pillow she had cuddled with while through the movie and stood up just as everyone with the last name that wasn't Boyce and vacates the room, except for me, who doesn't know where to stand. I mean, my last name is Lancelot, and I am among the Boyce family.

How unfortunate.

"This house is for my family, and by family, I mean this whole five people around here." Christian waves around angrily, and the room is suddenly quiet. "If you ever speak that again, Lilith. You will have to take whatever outcome that I decide." He sternly added, his expression harden at his daughter.

Seeing as Christian have my back, I sadly asked for permission to go to bed.

"Is okay, Ava," Leigh assured me when I slid out of the lounging area and began heading for the exit.

"I am used to getting insults and slaps in this house." I scoff dramatically, with it comes along a premature tear rolling down my face while I throw my hands around. "What's left is to kick me out of the family, for I am sure half among us in here would vote to that."

"Lilith, apologize. Now." Christian urges Lilith, who's watching me humorously.

"She's pretending. She never cries. You will be surprised; she owns a steel heart." She protests.

"I said, Now."

"I am sorry." She mumbled. Annoyedly rolling her eyes while I stood defenceless and weak to function correctly.

"You will take responsibility for what you've done. There will be no more hangouts, no leaving to the city, and no more friends visiting after tomorrow. You will only stay around the family and bond with your sister before this holiday ends."

I don't want to bond with her; I don't want to see her ever again.

"Dad, I already apologize." She croaked, her eyes struggling to blink away the visible tears. "I can't stay locked up here because of her fake tears." She cries, shooting me a murderous glare that's spelt out hate. "This is the holiday left for me to get a closure with some of my high school friends that I might never see again. I am sorry you don't know how it works, probably because you're old, but I need this summer more than I will ever need any holiday." She stomped on her feet, breathing heavily when she was done, like an angry little child.

"I'm sorry, I am old. I don't understand any of it that your blabbering about, and I don't wish to. But as an older man, what I know is there will come a time when those high school friends of yours wouldn't matter, and all you will ever need is your family. And when that time comes, you will understand the privilege I did for you. So now I will be keeping your cars too. The both of you." He pointed over to me at the last statement.

"There will be no driving, no more friends in this house that are not Leigh's." Christian continues. "If, however, your relationship improves, and I get to see an emotional moment between the two of you before the end of summer. There will be a reward. You both will have brand new vehicles of your choosing. Lilith, you can stay off-campus and rent a penthouse as you had demanded. And Ava, just like you have always asked for, we will spend the last week of summer seeing London before Leigh and Lilith leaves for college."