Bully stepbrother

5o. Corridor

CADEN

"I wish for you to let yourself feel something that isn't hatred someday," she said and left the car just as I asked her to.

But the truth is I didn't want her to leave. I didn't want the moment we had to end, but she had to go and bring the L-word in.

I wanted to stay in the car, away from her, but the car smelled like her. Yes, she was in here for twenty-four hours, so the car was suffocating me right now.

I needed air, and the only way to breathe was in my own space, my bedroom.

Hissing, I climbed out of the car, slammed the door, and followed behind her.

From a distance, she seemed despaired and exhausted from my shit.

Haven't I hurt her enough?

Maybe following her to California was a wrong decision. This still makes sense, for instance, she got into an accident last week, and the person behind it must be Kane Esteban.

I swear, when I get Daisy in my vengeful hands, she will pay for more than what her father did to Cara. No! She will pay for carving a scar on Mad's neck. She will pay for all of this mess we're going through.

But of course, the governor's son won't concentrate on his relationship. Rather, he would keep his eyes on his girlfriend's best friend just to hinder my progress.

That doesn't mean I won't get to her, though. The last time I went to Center Yorker, there was security everywhere, and a tough man threatened me to back off, or he would have me thrown into jail. Which, on the other hand, I ended up in the next day.

"Oh, finally. Thank God. I was scared he got you into some crisis," says a boring male voice on our floor when I emerge from the stairwell exit.

Uhm, when Mad used the elevator, I followed the staircase to avoid her reminding me how she fell head over heels for me when she shouldn't.

I don't love, I don't know how to. I was created without it, and I will die without it.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" I heard a very familiar voice, and it took only a step to take a corner for me to find out what was happening by the foot of my door.

There it was; my flushed stepsister. I mean that's from the tears she tried to paint with a smile. And Mr. Tiny Shirt standing a couple of feet away.

My stomach dropped, and I didn't understand why.

I mean it shouldn't bother me. We both know I am not capable of what she wants and deserves. So maybe this is the best way to free her. Maybe a famous basketball player could be there for her when I wouldn't.

"I've called you several times, but you didn't pick up, why?"

"Sorry, I had a long day yesterday... But I am fine." She replied quietly, and that got me having a mental reoccurrence of those great times we had yesterday through today until the past minutes.

Mr. Tiny Shirt smiles and pulls her into his chest.

No! He shouldn't be holding her that way, anyway.

Why is there a stab in my chest and bitterness in my throat? Why can't I swallow? Breathing was becoming too difficult for me.

"Thank God, I was scared." He murmured those lies in the embrace.

Oh, I should crush his pretentious face.

"How long have you been here?" Mad questioned him from his chest. He still won't let her breathe.

Asshole, release the girl. Even your smell could kill a person, I am sure.

"If you deduct sunset to sunrise hours, it should be ten." He laughed like the doll from the Chucky movie.