My Stepbrother

Chapter 10 - Consoling

Chapter 10 - Console

I walked over to the door as I got over my daze, needing some fresh air. I open the front door and the warm april weather hit my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I didn't even know you can talk to your parents like that. Or scream at them. It's just honestly surprising how teens and kids talk to their parents nowadays.

I open my eyes and take a step outside my house. Glancing around, I spot a figure by the side of my house.

Drake..

What's he doing here? I thought he stormed off. He was sitting by the side of my house so only people in the streets can see him. Though his sweater was peaking out.

I slowly walk towards him.

"Drake?" I quietly ask. I see his body tense up. "Drake is that you?" I ask even though I know it is.

I hear nothing.

I slowly keep walking towards the figure. As I closer I can hear some faint sobs.

Crying? Is he crying?

I step up next to him and his head shot up so fast that I think he broke a bone.

Tears were staining his cheeks and some were still falling. His eyes were blood-shot and his bottom lip was just slightly trembling. He looked so vulnerable, so weak, yet.. Adorable.

As if feeling ashamed, he turned away from me.

"What are you doing here?" Drake tries to say in a harsh tone but it comes out broken.

I sit next to him. "Look at me," I say.

He didn't look at me.

"Look at me," I say again.

Nothing.

"Look at me." I say in a more demanding tone which surprised me, for sure.

He turned his head, at the slowest pace, to look at me.

Tears had stopped falling but you could see a pool of tears swarming his eyes. I didn't know what to do.

Never had I ever tried to console someone.

Never did I think I ever had to.

Especially Drake.

"I- um- A-are you okay?" I gently asked, not knowing what to really say or do.

I mean, how to you console a crying jock?

"It's non of your business," He snapped then turned away again. I jumped at the sudden tone but sighed and nodded even though he couldn't see me.

It really wasn't my business but I felt as though I should help.

I don't really know why, Drake just-I don't know.

"Drake, I-I-"

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE-CAN'T YOU JUST MIND YOUR OWN FUCKING BUSINESS NERD?!" He yelled and stood up, walking towards his fathers car and pulling out of the drive way.

I was surprised.

Shocked.

Scared.

Struck by his sudden outburst.

Just simply and utterly terrified.

I didn't notice tears were falling down my cheeks till I felt a wet substance wetting my neck. I didn't know why I was crying.

It just hurt when he did it. It hit something inside of me that just made me feel-SOMETHING, but I don't know what it is.

It seems like now a days I don't know lots of stuff.

What I do know is that Drake is not the big bad jock he is apparently pretending to be. Why? I don't know. But I'm gonna find out.

Soon.

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Hello, mother, brother, sister, dumb dad, how y'all doing.

I have a question:

How old are y'all?

I need to know what ages are my readers. Thanks!

- Yadirsy_80