The Stepbrother

Chapter 3

My alarm clock woke me up 30 minutes early so I could get ready for my game. The minute I step into under the hot water my body suddenly relaxes instantly. After the amazing 15 minutes I scurry to my room only to be annoyingly yelled at by my mother who's hung over.

"Sweeetieee!" she whines as she hangs her arms over the bed. "Where are you running off to?"

"My game?" she seriously forgot? It's on the fucking fridge!

"Oh" she chuckles. "Right." Her attitude is bitch slapping worthy. First she gets drunk the night I need to get rest for my game which is starting in 25 minutes and then she forgets? What the actual fuck David?!

I roll my eyes and ignore her plea for some Tylenol and put my hair up running out the door. My car is already blazing inside as I throw my things in the backseat, rushing out of my driveway. The drive was fast, but also really soothing. The air was perfect, and the radio had some good songs playing this morning.

When I arrived, the field was already slammed packed with other players warming up before the game. I look around trying to find my team and finally spot Chloe doing her famous head butt into the goal.

"Pas" she laughs. "You're late"

"Shh" I smile as I tuck in my uniform.

The game goes by smoothly, I've gotten the ball quite a few times, Lauren keeps giving us those "petty kicks" and pouts, and my coach is biting her whistle with frustration.

I finally get the ball and run with it down the field swerving around other players. My heart is racing and I can feel each of the other players parents on me only making me more nervous as I reach the goal. Her hands are ready and she's bobbing back and forth with her evil glare trying to scare me.

I look over and see Harry on the sidelines waving at me and before I knew it I trip over the ball, falling face forward into the grass.

"Pason!" I hear Lindsey scream, another player on my team. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, i'm fine" I laugh and get help up. "You should take a seat" my coach insists. She can't be serious? I fell. I'm walking and talking fine.

"No?" I snap. "I'm not even hurt."

"Pason. I'm not taking any chances with a concussion. Sit" she demands.

What the hell?

The game was over and I'm still sitting. I played a good hour, woo-hoo..

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"Mom! I'm home." I scream into the house dropping my bag on the floor. "Mom" I scream louder.

"I'm in here" she yells from the bathroom upstairs. As soon as I approach the door I here David's voice. "MOM?! IS DAVID IN THERE WITH YOU!?" my skin is boiling with anger and my fists are banging on the door.