LOGINASHERShe nodded slowly.I nodded too.Then I hesitated. There was still one more thing that had to be done. I didn’t want to ask her for this and I seriously doubted if it would even work but I had to try.“Would you at least talk to Simon? Try and see if he can allow Elliot back into the house?”She shook her head immediately. “I can’t do that. I told you already. I don’t want to interfere in whatever he has going on with his son.”I did not like her answer. A tiny rush of disappointment filled me.“I was hoping it wouldn’t have to come to this but…” I exhaled sharply. “I’m leaving too.”She looked confused. “What? Leaving where?”“Leaving the house.”“You’re leaving because Elliot is no longer around?”“No, I’m leaving because I don’t feel comfortable staying in this house while Elliot is being punished for something we both did. It feels unfair and I don’t like it.”“What? It’s not unfair—”“It is, Mum, and you know it too.”Her lips trembled slightly. “So you’re leaving me? Is th
ASHERThat finally made her stop. “Of course, I’m aware.”“And? Don’t you find something wrong with that? Don’t you think this is a gross exaggeration of things?”“Look,” she began carefully. “I might not agree with Simon’s decision but… it’s not my place to decide how he wants to handle things with his son.”“Not your place? God, are you even listening to yourself? I never thought you’d be this… uncaring.”Her eyes hardened. “Careful how you speak to me, Asher.”“Don’t you think it’s a little unfair that I get to stay in this house while Elliot is gone?”“I told you. It’s not my place to decide these things.”“So you wouldn’t care if I was gone? If the roles were reversed, would you care? Would you appeal to Simon or would you still leave it up to him to decide?”She exhaled sharply, her irritation shining through. “I don’t… God, Asher would you stop? Just stop… stop trying to make me out to be a villain.”My anger faded a little. “I’m not trying to do anything, mum.”“Yes, you are.
ASHER“Are you going to keep avoiding me?” I asked Mum.She was busy pretending like I didn’t exist, moving around the kitchen and focusing on cooking like I wasn’t even there.It wasn’t even like she was giving it her full concentration either. She’d already added salt twice to the soup. But I wasn’t going to tell her that. She’d figure it out soon enough.“Mum,” I said again.She didn’t respond. The sound of the knife as it met the cutting board filled the room as she focused all her attention on chopping vegetables.You’d think there was going to be an exam on it later.“Mum.”She sighed, her exasperation ringing loud and clear. “What do you want, Asher?”“I want us to talk. Or at the very least, I want you to look at me.”She finally glanced up, her expression hard. It was difficult for me to see her look so unforgiving. I was used to her constantly smiling.“I told you I needed space,” she said. “Why can’t you respect that?”“I’ve given you enough space. Now it’s time for us to t
ELLIOTI froze as I realized the words that just came out of my mouth. I just said I was in love with Asher.It was impulsive but as I probed my mind, I realized I meant it.Dad stiffened too. “You can’t possibly mean that. You don’t know what you’re saying.”“I really don’t care if you believe me or not.”He shook his head. “Your mum would be very disappointed in you if she could see you right now. What do you think she’ll have to say about you dating your stepbrother?”I tensed. The blood in my veins turned to ice. “Don’t you dare drag my mother into this. Now you care about her ‘cos it fits your agenda, right?”I ignored the doubt creeping into my mind. The one that told me Dad was right and my mum would be disappointed in me.Instead, I forced myself to remember that day at the cemetery. The one where he told me that Mum would want me to be happy. Because it was the truth. That was who my mother was. Not the person Dad was painting her to be.“You don’t even know her,” I went on.
ELLIOTHe folded his arms too, mirroring me. “And just what do you think I know?”I lifted my chin slightly, not willing to back down. “That Asher and I are dating.”His nostrils flared slightly. “So, it’s true.”“Yes. But you know that. Otherwise you wouldn’t be in my room.”He sighed. “When Margaret told me what happened, I didn’t want to believe it. I told her she probably misinterpreted things. But judging by your shameless behaviour right now, I guess she was right afterall.”My hands clenched into fists as I tried not to let his words affect me. “What do you want me to say? Do you want me to lie? Wouldn’t that be more ‘shameless?’”“I expect you not to date your brother,” he said tightly. “But I guess that’s too difficult for you to do.”“Asher isn’t my brother,” I said calmly.“Don’t be stupid.”“He’s not my brother. We’re not related by blood.”“Just because you’re not related by blood doesn’t mean it’s right for you to date him. He’s your stepbrother.”I shrugged. Deep down,
ELLIOTMy life right now was an epitome of what it looked like when a tornado came and went.A tornado didn’t destroy things at once. First, there was the warning, a strange pressure in the air, a feeling that something was going to go wrong long before it arrived. Then came the violence of it. Chaotic, loud and impossible to hold back once it already started. All you had to do was wait until it was finished.After that was the wreckage.That was the worst part. The silence, the debris scattered everywhere, the awful realization that you’ve lost everything, the knowledge that the damage was irrevocable and nothing could ever return to the way it was.That was what my life felt like right now.I was standing in the middle of the wreckage, unsure how to put everything back together.I wished I could take everything back. I wished time travel existed so I could go back to before Margaret found us. I’d lock the door or maybe not even kiss Asher at all. Maybe I’d suggest we go out of the







