My Mother Fucking Stepbrothers

Chapter Thirty Five

The school day flew in, it's around seven right now.

Chilling on my bed I jump as I hear a voice,

Hi, Scarlett.

"Gosh, you scared me," I say back.

My bad darling, I have something planned for you.

"Really, what?" I ask narrowing my eyebrows.

I want you talk to Jaxon about your breakup, he says darkly.

"What why do I have to do this?" I ask my heart thumping against my chest.

Let's just say I still don't trust you yet.

"Bu-but I kissed Derek like you asked me to," I answer back quickly.

That's not enough for me, now go.

I huff and puff as I get my lazy ass off the bed and open my door, surprisingly Jaxon is just down the hall about to open the bathroom door.

He looks up at me, darting my eyes away I immediately remember the stupid plan I have to take on.

I slowly look back at him and step out my room towards him. He slightly narrows his eyes obviously confused as to why I'm approaching him as i haven't not once done since he arrived here.

"I-Um-uh Jaxon," is all I could say.

"Yes," is all he says.

"Can I please um please talk to you?" I ask nervously as I play with my fingers.

He stares at me for a while trying figure out what I'm up to.

"Sure," he says still standing there staring at me.

"Um-um," I say as I reach out and hold onto the end of his sleeve of his sweater. I pull him in the direction of my room. I shut the door behind us and sit on my bed as he to joins me.

"I-um-I," I just can't seem to get my words out. Like how am I even supposed to start this conversation?

"What is it that you want to talk about?" Jaxon asks getting slightly irritated by how long I'm taking to talk.

He's very impatient.

I sigh "I wanted to talk about why you did what you did to me two years ago."

All he does is just stare at me. I look down "Jaxon stop, just tell me," say getting a little annoyed.

His eyes pierce through mines as he licks his thick lips "why are you just asking now all of a sudden?" He asks still avoiding from answering me.

"Jaxoonnn," I whine.

"Just tell me, I wanna know," I say.

He rubs his hand over his face "okay."

"So, I'm in a gang and so is my father. We were told to go and do some business which so happens to be where you lived, we moved there. I met you and I did grow a liking to you, but my father said I couldn't have any relationships as we would have to move back home and if you found out what we did and ever tried to expose us people would come find you and kill you. But something about you made me keep coming back to you, we started getting serious and my father found out about us. He was very disappointed and told me to break up with you, which I did but you wouldn't let me go. So my father said I better get rid of you my way or he will get rid of you his way which meant he would kill you." He begins to explain.

I sit there not knowing what to say or what to do.

"And so I cussed at you, I hurt you god I even cheated and in front of your very own eyes but you still kept coming back. There was only one thing left. I was going to attempt to rape you but really in the back of my mind I knew I would never really go through with it. I could never do that to you and as I was so close to entering your body you snapped and you said you were done with me and I knew you were never coming back to me. Also I knew it would really fuck with you if I weren't on drugs, as every time I hurt you I purposely was on drugs as I couldn't get myself to do those things to you without being fully aware of what I was doing. And if I tried to rape you and I wasn't on drugs then I knew it would really scare you to think that I would do that knowing exactly what I was doing," he says looking at me sadly.

Tears streamed down my face "so you really didn't want to leave me?" I ask wiping my face.

"I never wanted to leave you Scar," he says calling me by my nickname he gave me.

But then again he still did what he did.

"Well, at least I know now," I say in a fake happy tone as I stand up hoping he too will stand and leave my room.

"Scar," he says standing up reaching out for me.

"No! Stop. You still did what you did that doesn't change anything," I say flinching back.

"And don't call me Scar, you don't deserve to call me that anymore. Do you know how much pain you put me through, when we broke up my anxiety shot through the roof and my panic attacks occurred more often than ever," I say angrily.

"I know, I'm sorry," he says reaching forward again.

I slap his hand away "no you don't know, I became anorexic and couldn't eat anything without feeling sick right after. My self esteem was completely gone I thought I was worthless...completely worthless," I cry out the last part.

"And you don't think I was hurting!" He says loudly making me jump.

"I lost you and then a couple months ago I lost my father the last thing I had of my own that was blood," he says angrily.

Sympathy took over me, I guess losing parents is a soft spot for me.

"Oh...I-I'm sorry for your-" I say but instantly get cut off.

"Fuck that shit! You don't give a damn about him," he shouts.

"But that's the thing, I don't give a shit about your father but I do care about you even though you fucked me up so badly," I say.

He looks up at me his green-blue ocean eyes staring through mines as if he's furious but I know behind that he's somewhat touched by what I said, he just doesn't like to show it.

He doesn't like anyone to pity him and that's why he puts on that intense glare.

"Can you leave?" I ask not being able to take anymore of this.

He storms out my room slamming my door shut making me scrunch my nose waiting for the loud noise to invade my ears.

I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling thinking about everything he had just told me...