Bullied by my Stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 119

We walked to the car in a silence that felt heavier than before. The brief moment of Noah crashing down in the hallway had evaporated, and been replaced with something even more dreadful. It was the grim reality of where we were headed. Noah’s keys jangled in his shaking hand.I stopped by the passenger door. “Can you even drive right now?”He let out a short, hollow breath. “I’m shattered, not drunk. I can drive.” He looked at me, and a flicker of something soft in his tormented eyes met me. “It’s nice that you’re worried about me, though.”I scoffed, sliding into the seat. “Don’t flatter yourself. I just want to get home in one piece.” Even if my life is waiting there to crush me into a million pieces… it’s all too much.A laugh escaped his throat. Noah started the car, and the familiar purr of the engine did nothing to calm the storm inside me. I stayed to visualize what I was going to paint.As Noah continued to drive, I caught him stealing a few glances at my direction. After a

His words hung in the air. It was toxic and suffocating. Do you want me to touch you?I stumbled back a step, with genuine shock freezing the blood in my veins. “What… what would make you even say something like that?”A cold, knowing smirk twisted his lips. “What would make me say it? You came in here dressed like that. Then you were clearly pushing out your chest… and then you were talking about me ducking my ‘hot coworker’. It seems to me quite well that you’re playing a very dangerous game, Rosalie, and you’re not nearly as good at it as you think.”“I just came for answers,” I insisted, but my voice sounded weak even to my own ears. What the fuck? Is that how I seemed?The confidence I’d walked in with was crumbling, and a cold dread was taking its place.“Well, you won’t get one out of me. I have already told you that.” he said smoothly. “The answers lie with your mother, not with me. She’s the one in the right position to tell you.”And just like that, a crushing and humili

The final bell rang, and I practically launched myself out of my seat. My backpack felt like it was filled with bricks. I’d woken up so drained, so tired, I almost didn’t come. I had no energy for anything.I didn’t look back as I shoved my way into the hallway. I didn’t have to. I could feel him. Noah’s presence was a constant, heavy shadow all day. We were almost at the exit when Nikki stepped in front of us, blocking the way.I rolled my eyes so hard I saw my own brain. A loud and frustrated groan tore out of me. This was the last thing I needed. The absolute last thing.“Whatever it is, the answer is no,” I snapped, not even breaking my stride as I tried to walk around her. “And you can forget about trying to talk shit to me because of the laptop. I'm not doing any of your bizarre shit."A smile crept on her lips, and she popped a bubble with the bubble gum she was chewing."I'm not here to negotiate, dork. I'm here to inform you." She leaned closer, and her voice dropped to a w

The words hung in the sterile air between us. It’s not for David.I took a sharp step back from the hospital bed, and my shoulder bumped into Noah’s chest. He didn’t move. He was like a solid wall behind me. He let out a small, low chuckle that vibrated through me, a sound that was part shock, part something else entirely.I couldn’t process this here. Not with my mom looking so broken, not with Noah’s knowing presence at my back.“I… I’m going to go,” I stammered, with my eyes still locked on my mother. “I’ll come see you tomorrow.”“No,” she whispered. She still wouldn’t look at me. “Don’t. There would be no need for that. Just… focus on school. I’ll be fine.”“No, I need to–”“I said no Rosalie. You don’t have to. I might even be home before you come home. Just relax and don’t worry about me, okay?”The dismissal stung, but it also gave me an escape route. I turned and practically fled the room, Noah following silently in my wake. We walked through the hospital corridors and out to

I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me up to my feet. “What’s the time?” He asked as he walked over to the door.I pulled out my cellphone.“Nine thirty?! How did time run so fast? I have homework to do.” I began to walk faster towards the door.“Not so fast.” David said, pulling me back.“You still have lots of time to do your homework… and you might not even be in school tomorrow?”“Not be in school tomorrow? Why wouldn’t I be in school tomorrow?”“Because it’s your birthday.”I let out a sigh. “I told you I have no plans for my birthday. I’ve never celebrated my birthday again since I was seven.”“And why is that?” David asked casually as he continued to lead me to what I think is the other side of the house.“Well it was my dad that threw the parties or bought me cake or made me feel special… when he left, no one did that again.”“Hmm, I understand.” He continued to walk till we crossed over to the familiar other side of the house.“Have you ever been here?”The memories started t