My Stepbrother

Chapter 2 - Betrayal

Chapter 2 : Betrayal

The God awful sound of early morning started to sound and I wanted to just murder myself. I don't want to go to school! That big building (also known as my high is just evil. "Wake up!" My mother yells, getting irritated when I hadn't gone down to breakfast. And she probably already figured out I knew she was calling yet I still acted dead asleep. "If you don't get up this instant I wi-"

I groaned groggily and sat up in bed, "I'm up." I rubbed my eyes and stretched. After finding out my dad had died, my mom insisted I took a month off of school till the information sinks in and I'm good to go, but I refused and then it all turned into a full blown argument.

She knew she was going to loose, I'm [was] in the debate team, so in the end, she offered me to stay for only 2 weeks.

I excepted, and now that I think about it, I now regret not choosing the month instead.

Though, Makeyla and my mother did help me through the weeks. They helped me get over dad's death, though the two weeks weren't enough, I managed to control myself when people mentioned my loss.

She mumbled, "Good." before walking out my room and downstairs.

At the slowest pace, I stood from bed and slipped on my slippers. As I go downstairs still in my pajamas, I smell bacon followed by eggs. Normally, I would just tell my mom not to cook eggs in the morning because they smelled rotten but now that it's mixed with bacon, it makes me rethink my decision.

I walked in the kitchen and instantly/strangely felt a rush of happiness, "You know, I'm so happy,"

"Why is that?" she said, not looking up from the pan on the stove.

"Because my mom is an amazing cook." I gave her a wide smile.

"Haha, thank you," She smiled back at me, but then frowned, "Are you sick?"

I scoffed and kissed her cheek, "No, just grateful." I smiled with a blissful sigh.

Yup, I'm sick.

I hardly am this happy in the morning. I always have this little attitude. I am not a morning person.

I sat down on a stool and picked up the magazine, flipping to the comic section right away. I froze in mid page as I remembered something.

Why is she suddenly making breakfast for me? She never does, she just gives me money so I can buy food on my way to school. She barely cooks, she either gets us fast food, pizza deliveries, or buys something from the supermarket like frozen pizza or waffles. Something must be up. Or she just wants me to do something. Typical Lucinda.

"Mom what's going on?" I asked, suspiciously, putting the newspaper down and turning in the stool to face her.

"What do you mean?" She asks.

She turned the stove off and looked back at me. I gave her the, stop stalling and tell me, look, which she got quite fast. "Okay fine," She said sighing once again, "So, um, well since you know I have a boyfriend right?" She paused and I slowly nodded, silently telling her to continue, "So I called him and told him you wanted to meet him and he said yes with pleasure." She finished with a frown. I didn't get what the problem is. Why does she sound so disappointed.

"Why are you so disappointed about him saying yes to meeting me?" I said, completely confused.

She just laughed, "I'm not disappointed. By the way, we're meeting him in a week, on Friday."

"Hmm... Why so late?" I asked.

"I don't know I guess he just wants to get ready to meet you." She said, flipping back around and turning the stove on.