All Chapters of Tangled In My Step-brother's Sheet: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ELENA I slammed the door shut and walked into the room. Everything suddenly felt different, hollow kind of. It didn’t feel like how my old house did, it no longer held warmth. I felt cold and nothing in here made me feel better—not the pictures, not the bed, not the decorations, nothing. It all felt weird. I didn’t bother locking it. I didn’t even look back. I threw myself on the bed, dropping the drug beside me. My bag slipped from my hand, landing beside me with a drop. I didn’t have to look to know what was inside. Just books. I curled into a ball without even thinking, knees pulled up to my chest, arms folded tightly as if trying to hold myself together—because something inside me had already started to come apart. The blanket was still halfway tucked under the sheets, but I grabbed it anyway, yanked it over my head like a child hiding from monsters in the dark.Only this time, the monster wasn’t under the bed. It was inside me. It was inside my head to be precisely questio

ELENA I couldn’t let him just walk away—not like that. Not without saying something.He looked… off. Not just angry—wounded. There was a weight in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before, a subtle slump that betrayed far more than frustration.His eyes hadn’t met mine once. Not when I called his name. Not even in passing.That wasn’t like him.He never ignored me. But this? This quiet withdrawal, this refusal to even acknowledge I was there… It wasn’t just cold. It hurt. Maybe because I also know what it felt like losing a dad. He had lost one even if he was still with him. I wanted to help anyway I could because I couldn’t imagine or let anyone else feel the pain I felt. And it stirred something in me I couldn’t ignore.I took a step forward, then stopped, uncertain. What if he didn’t want to talk? What if I only made it worse? But that possibility—his silence stretching into days, weeks—gnawed at me more than the fear of rejection.He was clearly upset, but underneath the an

ELENA I turned my face away, letting my gaze settle on the world outside the window. Trees whipped past, then streetlamps, and finally, houses— unfamiliar and sterile-looking, as if they’d been cut from a magazine ad and dropped onto this stretch of road. I didn’t recognize the neighborhood. This was Regina’s neighbourhood. Fancy. We drove deeper in, slowing only as we approached a house that looked just as unfamiliar as the rest. He pulled into the driveway with the same urgency that had carried us the whole way here, but now there was a sudden stillness. The engine cut off.Then after a few minutes, he spoke—calm, flat, distant. “You can come out if you want. Or stay here. It’s your choice.” His hand was already on the door handle. He pushed it open and climbed out in one smooth motion, like he’d rehearsed it. No glance back. No checking to see if I was okay. Just... gone.“What?” I blinked, stunned by the coldness in his tone, the absence of warmth in his words. Befo

ELENA I moved before I could think. My legs carried me forward in quick, unsteady steps, my hand reaching out instinctively toward him.I caught his wrist in a clumsy grip, my fingers wrapping around the rough fabric of his sleeve, The man stiffened instantly at my touch.“Let go—” he started, voice sharp with confusion, but he jerked his arm back almost at the same time, trying to free himself from my hold. His movement was sudden, uncoordinated — and before I could even brace myself, the heel of his hand struck me. Across the bridge of my nose. A sharp, nauseating crack sounded, followed by a hot rush of pain that exploded across my face. I gasped, staggering back, my hand flying up instinctively to cup my nose as the first warm gush of blood spilled over my lips and onto my trembling fingers.“Fuck!” I cried out, voice cracking with shock.Tears sprung to my eyes, blurring the edges of the hallway around me. I barely registered what Logan was doing. Lo

ELENA I woke suddenly, the dryness in my mouth almost painful, my body sluggish and overheated beneath my blanket. The faint throb behind my forehead reminded me of earlier — the sharp sting of a nosebleed that had caught me off guard when Logan’s elbow slammed into my nose. I had cleaned up well enough, pressing tissues against my nostrils until the bleeding stopped. Now, there was a lingering soreness in the bridge of my nose, a faint metallic taste that hadn’t quite left me.I lay there for a long moment, motionless, my body still heavy. I didn’t toss. I didn’t turn. I simply existed, breathing softly in the darkness.What woke me?The question whispered in the back of my mind, nagging at me with an urgency I couldn’t quite explain. I frowned faintly, my brows drawing together, and stared up at the ceiling.I traced patterns on them, then I counted sheep. Anything to make me fall asleep. Still, nothing. No sign of sleep. Milk. The word popped into my mind. Maybe I could drink