Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother novel Chapter 316

Chapter 316

“My mother is not a whore.”

And for the first time in my life, I felt powerful

And completely out of control.

I didn’t remember the walk home.

The blood on my sleeves had dried into sticky patch it itched

They told me to bring my fathef tomorrow, or I’d be suspended. I told them I wouldn’t, and I meant it. So they suspended me.

Fine. Let them.

I didn’t care.

I just wanted to go home. I wanted Mum to still be there. I wanted–God, I don’t me. Maybe to say I didn’t do anything wrong. That I wasn’t a monster.

know what I wanted. Maybe for her to hold

That she was proud of me for once for standing up for myself and not being a

a coward.

I wanted to run into her arms and bury my face in her chest, even if she didn’t want to hug me back. I didn’t care. I’d wrap my arms around her waist and hold her tight, and maybe–just maybe–she’d remember I was her son.

I had forgotten what it felt like to be loved. The feeling of being loved was slowly fizzling away along with my childhood memories.

The whole place was silent the moment I stepped into the gate.

No guards. No staff. Not even the driver’s annoying humming. The house was silent.

Way too silent.

Dad gave some of the staff days off every now and then–but all of them? Never.

My feet moved faster.

“Mum?” I called out, my voice shaking. “Mum, are you home?”

No answer.

I stepped inside. “Mum?”

Still nothing.

My chest tightened as I climbed the stairs. The door to their room was halfway open. I didn’t care to knock. I just instinctively pushed.

But I shouldn’t have

I should have turned around, gone straight to my room, taken a long pull from Mum’s favorite whisky–the one that had somehow become my favorite too–and passed out, praying the whole day would start afresh so that I could do some things differently.

Because when I stepped in, the world–my world–ripped apart.

His face was blotched and sunken as if someone had taken a torch to it from the inside. His eyes… They were red, but not from rage or drink. It was from crying.