Resisting My Hot Stepbrother

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moans and slurping noises coming from t

s..." a woman'

oice responded, followed b

more!" she b

" I snarled, throwing off the covers. "W

t against the wall. "Can't you see

gh of relief. "Thank God," I muttered

or creaked open. I quickly opened my eyes and s

ing out a food flask from her bag. "I br

my face. "Mom?" I called, and she t

ked, letting out a tired sigh

and a spoon. "You can't leave until you've completed your t

ating slowly. "How about changing hospita

ed, her eyes narrowing.

oiding eye contact.

e also reflected the red marks on my neck. The hazy memories of my past

e car struck me, sending me tumbling to the ground. The last thing I heard was my mom's loud scream

uldn't remember some things – why I self-harmed or why I wante

either. I had a history of self-harm and suicide

re overjoyed. They were over the moon that I had made it through. However, my elder si

her stupid messages asking me to like her photos on Instagram. It

hispered, her teary

" I r

r you get discharged?" my mom ask

hy? I don't n

you try to... to do those thing

omise, I won't! Besides, I've forgotten what

ner or later?" My mom asked,

gan, trying to reassure her. "I promise

ly. Afterward, she looked at me with a

Spain. He came back yesterday a

, my voice barely

ister, and my mom ever since his father married her. He never hid his feelings and had a very sharp tongu

arried mine just a few months later, which on

wo months of divorce?!" he had yelled,

mom's wishes. She really loved and desired to marry Tommy, our stepfather, and we gave our b

us in Florida to live with his maternal aunt in Spain. He had wanted to stay

e world seemed t

t had been eight years since I last saw him, when

sked, taking a sip of water

anymore," she explained. "His request for a college transfer

ed in surpris

nodded.

asked, stammering like I'd neve

t," she

ince I was still in the hospit

eeing him tonight till w

she said. "A simple 'hello' won't hu

ou're saying he's going t

h that?" she aske

literally hates me. Who knows what could happen betwe

. "I should leave now, sweetie. T

as she turned to leave

k, raising an

ally? Doesn't she want to see

voice soft. "According to Sally, she's been reall

eart clench

orry," I muttered, f

flask, pushed it aside, and lay down on the bed, staring at the ce

passed, but the feeling persisted. I quickly opened

eathless. His black hair was stylishly messy, framing his face p

I was dreaming. "Who is thi

y fingers brushed against his soft ski

nto a gentle smile. "Hello

noxious person wo

hock as I took in hi