My Stepbrother secret-possession

Leigh Is The New Asshole

Just as they say in tales, days passed by and during those days, I learned that pain doesn't simply fade away. I must admit, I'm greatly disappointed with fairytales that promised "time heals pain."

"I can't believe they allow youngsters like you to drive freely," Mum said, a deep frown etched on her face as we both looked out at the car park through Mum's windscreen.

"Yes, Mum, that's because it's legal. You should get me one," I replied.

"It's illegal. You're too young for wheels," she replied without a hint of humour in her words.

"I'm tall enough to see the road," I sarcastically retorted.

"First, learn to remember to fasten your seatbelt," she said, arching a single brow, causing my eyes to roll automatically. "I can see you rolling your eyes at your mother. You should get going before the bell rings. I have some patients waiting at the hospital," she added.

Okay, Mum. And I didn't vacate the continent. Surprised? Here's what happened.

On Leigh's heart-wrenching birthday party night, after I confided in her about most things—excluding the most heinous sins I committed, like stealing my mother's happiness—Evie stayed by my side all night, just like Sawyer did with Mum.

I don't remember falling asleep that night, but I do recall waking up to words of encouragement and promises that everything would be alright, although I still doubt it. Well, afterwards, Evie came up with a plan since she had spent two days losing her mind over the news of my mother's sudden suggestion to transfer.

As I was useless in providing any helpful assistance, Evie had to spend hours convincing my cousin to plant a reminder in my mother's head that not everyone gets lucky twice in a lifetime, and her job pays her well, so she shouldn't let it go so easily.

While I spent my time worrying about Leigh since my phone had been held hostage by my mom, Evie was there during my moments of agony. She became my shoulder to cry on, the backbone of support, my advisor, and most importantly, my best friend. We had many sleepovers at each other's places, mostly at mine since I had been under house arrest for half of January. Yes, my mom grounded me.

During those tormenting days, I only had my freedom once. It was after New Year's Eve when Sawyer's stay finally came to an end—Mom and I drove her to the airport.

Speaking of Sawyer, after the drama on the twenty-seventh of December, my cousin hadn't spoken a word to me. She refused to engage in anything involving me. I accept my mistakes, and I know I've lied and hurt her feelings. I wish I could tell her the truth that lies within me, but in some strange way, I prefer to keep it concealed. I know that letting it out would only result in worse outcomes.

However, grudges don't last forever. I believed that as the boarding of her flight began, and just like that, Sawyer and I let go of the past and focused on the present. It was like a tradition for us to weep like babies every time we were about to part, just like at the end of summer back in London when I had to officially move here. Sawyer and I became highly emotional. Oh, and before she boarded, she threatened to haunt me if I dared to break my mother's heart again... speaking of hearts, Xavier was completely broken and refused to leave the airport even when his girlfriend's plane had departed. That day, Mom had to grant me some additional freedom for the sake of the poor boy with braces. I silently sat next to him until he was ready to leave the crowded airport.