My stepbrother | Jaden Walton

Chapter 1

Y/N'S POV

«Dad, I'm ready, can we go to the people you call 'new family'?» I say, giving a sarcastic tone. I'm not looking forward to meeting this "new family" of his, but I know there's no point in arguing with my father about it. I've tried, and I've lost.

My father ignores the sarcasm of my tone and pretends he didn't hear it. «Are we all set? Yes, we can. Go get your suitcase, and let's go.» He says, in a bit of a tense tone. I can tell he's not just as uncomfortable with this situation as I am, he's more than happy.

He takes the keys to the now-empty house, and we leave to head to the car that will take us to my new... life. I can't believe I'm leaving the only home I've ever known for this new "family" that my father has suddenly decided to be a part of. It's not fair. There's all the memories I have of my mother.

We're going to my father's new partner, since "her house is bigger for the whole family." What a blatant lie.
I know they have a bigger house than ours, but that's no reason to leave our home... the home I've been in for 15 years, and the home where I have the best and worst memories. But that's his choice and I have to respect that.

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Arriving after a long drive, of 10 hours, we finally make it to Atlanta, Georgia. I can't believe I'm this far away from home. I've never been this far away from everything I've ever known, even my bestfriend.

We're right in front of Jessica's house, a typical well-off family's home. Two-story, luxurious, with a pool, and a perfect garden. It's a pretty expensive house, but it's not home.

«Phil, dear you have arrived! Y/n we haven't met yet, I'm Jessica, pleasure, but you can just call me jess.» Says my new stepmother.

«Nice to meet you.» I say, in an empty tone. I can't bring myself to be polite, not when I'm feeling this way.

«come on in please.» She says, in a welcoming tone, still not noticing my coldness. I can't blame her, I'm good at hiding my feelings. I've had to be.

We enter the house, and I immediately put my suitcase on the floor, it's heavy like a bomb, and I can't shake off the feeling of this being a mistake. One minute later, Jessica's daughter and son come up to us, happy, which I'm most likely not at this moment.

«Hey, we've never met in these 6 months. I'm Jayla, the older sister.» Says the tall black-haired girl. I force myself to smile, it's not her fault I'm feeling this way after all, she seem good.

Then is brother approach us, he's very tall, with a mullet and brown eyes, he's so... familiar.
«I'm Javon, nice to meet you, new sis.»
He says, smiling, holding his hand out to me. I shake it, still looking at him, trying to remember who he is.

«It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Y/n. Sorry, but have we met before? You look so familiar...» I say, looking at him puzzled.

«Oh, yes, I think you've seen me in a TV series, Ash...? Euphoria...?» He says, with a smile.

«Oh, yes, it's you! I knew I had seen you before.» I reply, laughing.

«Oh, we forgot... technically, Jaden, our brother, is also here. He's a bit... uh rude, that's why he didn't show up.» Jayla says, a little irritated.

«Oh, it's fine. Where can I put thi-» She doesn't give me time to finish the sentence, as she picks up my suitcase from the floor and she start to walk upstairs.

I follow her up the stairs, and she shows me to my new room. It's a beautiful room, with a large four-poster bed, a huge bookshelf, and a big window overlooking the street. I can't help but feel a pang of sadness as I look at it. This is not my room, not my house.

«I hope you'll like it here,» Jayla says, noticing my hesitation. «I know it's not the same as your old home, but I promise I'll do my best to make you feel welcome».

AUTHOR ✍🏼
Hi there guys, I'm very happy to publish this story in the English version. I hope it's good, bc I'm not very good at writing in English. I hope that you guys like the story!💗