My 3 stepbrothers

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Edward's POV

Today me and my mom are moving in with my stepdad and stepbrothers, and let me tell you that it is going to be hell. I just want to stay in my bedroom and only come out when I need food or to go to the restroom.

I have met the boys before and they are horrible, their dad is a good man, he treats my mom nicely, makes her laugh and smile, and I like him just because of that.

"Ed come on we got to go." My mom shouted from downstairs. "Can you leave me here and forget me?" I shouted back. It was silent for a moment before my mom opened my bedroom door, "Sweetie what's wrong?" She asked. "I don't know it's just that the boys are older then me, they are going to tease me, hurt me, and much more. It's also because it basically been only us for 5 years, this is gonna change everything." I said tearing up. "Oh Ed, it's all gonna be ok. Not all of them are that much older then you, Daniel is 15 years old, only 3 years a difference... ok you know what you're kinda right that they are more older then you and that they might tease you or hurt you. Anyway your uncle Liam is 3 years older then me and we still hung out with each other when we were kids, teens, and so on. Also they are not gonna hurt you, we have met them and they are good gentlemen and they aren't going to tease you. So trust me, ok?" She said. I just nodded not wanting her to be upset with me.

We both went downstairs and out the door, but before I even step a foot into the car I look back at the building I use to call home and quietly say "Bye old home, I'll miss you, I had good and bad memories inside you that will be with me for my entire life." I head into the car and sit in the passenger seat, I start to go through songs on the radio until I found a good one, Thunder by Imagine Dragons.

It wasn't a long drive, it was a 30 minute long drive without stopping and it was pretty good, me and my mom found some good songs on the radio, stopped to take pictures because why not...?

We just got here and I'm getting my backpack that has everything that is important to me, no one and I mean no one can look inside it. I put my backpack on my back and grab a box that has my name and the things in it, this has toys in it. It was pretty heavy...

Me and my mom walk up to the door and Josh answers the door, "Oh hey honey!" He said before kissing my mom, gross. Josh bent down to my level in front of me and said "Hey buddy, do you need the boys to help you carry your boxes to your room?" Me and my mom had to move in with Josh and his sons because our house was 'to small', we could like made the boys share a room in the attic, I get my own room, Josh sleeps on the couch, and my mom has her own room too, boom I solved the problem. I shook my head, I don't need some jerks helping me with my boxes. I walk into the house and up the stairs when out of nowhere Daniel pops up in front of me, "Hey Wart, do you need help with that box?" He asked. I just shook my head. "Do you need help finding your room?" He asked. I nodded. "Follow me." He said. I followed into a room which only had a bed, a dresser, and a desk. "If you need any help ask me or one of the idiots that are related to me." He said leaving the room.

I put the box down on my bed and went back downstairs to get more. I got one box that said the word 'BREAKABLE' on every side of it, it was surprisingly a pretty light box so I got another one and I saw the word 'SCHOOL STUFF'. I couldn't really see so I walked very slowly, I was at the front door when I bumped into someone because I heard a groan when I fell down. Most of the things in the boxes fell out, I looked up and the person I bumped into was Remington. "Oh sorry Wart, I wasn't paying attention." He said and picked up a frame that was sticking out of one of the boxes. "Is this your dad?" He said pointing to the man hugging little me in the photo. I quickly took the frame from him and fixed the mess, some of the other frames in the boxes broke but it doesn't matter we can get new ones.

I tried my best to pick up the boxes but I was having trouble, Remington noticed and helped me out. I ran well more like fast jogged up the stairs to my room, I closed the door and fell to the ground crying. I lifted up the sleeves of my sweater and looked at the scars that were on my arm, and no there not scars form cutting, I never cut myself in my life.

The scars are from my dad.

Hello my friends, this is my first book on this account, not my first ever book though. My first one was really cringey, this one is also really cringey but at least not as bad as my first one.

God please help me...

-Mandi ♥︎