Bully stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

CADENWith bags of groceries in my arms (we haven’t had a homemade meal for quite a long time), I walk into the quiet, dim apartment.It smells of coffee, flowers, and a mixture of detergents.I manage to slip my foot out of my army boots when Mad emerges from the bathroom, running over to wrap her hands around my waist.She’s happy, just as she has been ever since we became official. Not to sound like a psycho, but her happiness is the highlight of my life.“I missed you,” she whines into my chest, clutching me tighter, not caring about the bags in my hands.Today was the first time I left home since we came back from our unfortunate trip.I spent half the day choosing a replacement car and the other half getting trained for my new intern job at a surprisingly well-paying government agency.It’s true, I sold the vehicle I was so attached to. After finally having human emotions, feeling something strong for Mad, and even a little for Martha through her speech, I realized the Porsche w

MADISONThe two words “new year” have never held meaning in my life.I’ve heard people discussing New Year’s resolutions, but it never bothers me enough to stop and think for a second about the term.I didn’t believe in progress, or anything related to that.Yes, I had a new dad, a well‑furnished home, extravagant clothes, and a driver taking me to and from school. Of course, my situation had improved. I was rescued from my past life. But with all those luxuries life offered, it also brought me Caden, who made sure I never enjoyed all those grateful things around me.So, as I said, the term new year had never meant anything to me.All those years, I wake up to people bantering about how rough and fast the past year has gone, and how hopeful they are about the new one. But for me, I find the new year just another normal day. It’s like I’m stuck in a rerun dream, where I keep reliving the same day, only I get to change clothes and meals.I thought the only transition between my former a

CADENThe day had been going smoothly, much like the past few weeks when she was always by my side. However, Professor Giant Tie decided to bring up a topic related to my life story during a lecture.Since that awakening lecture, which I was obligated to attend for an entire semester (hell, I know, right?), I’ve been faking my demeanor, trying to be the person Mad deserves. I could’ve taken the easy way out and provoked the professors into kicking me out, but I resisted.After classes, Mad and I share a passionate kiss for a good ten minutes in a narrow hideaway between two buildings.I compliment her beauty and admit how she turns me on when she’s focused in class. She blushes and advises me to calm down until we’re back home.Pouting, I pull her in for another long kiss, reluctantly letting go when she insists on returning to her friend for coffee.With my plan in mind since the first lecture, I agree to give her some time while I execute my own agenda. The plan: pick her up when sh

MADISONTwenty-four hours, Mom had said.I’ve been through nightmares, but honestly, nothing compares to the tormenting twenty-one hours that came after, because those were the longest and toughest hours I’ve ever lived.Not that anything eventful happened though; after all, all the catastrophe I had been worried about had resulted in this moment.For instance, Caden getting shot, Dad and Kane in the same building, society devouring the news of my love life.Each situation had its itching weight. And for now, we are talking about crucial problems, because I thought for the sake of my mental health, I should push back the pressure of the minor problems. Even when it includes who shot Caden.Believe me, the temptation to solve that mystery and get THAT PERSON THE CORRECT JUSTICE THEY DESERVED is sitting in the front row of my chest, but I dare myself to focus on one thing only, which is Caden’s survival.So back when I said, “worse than a nightmare,” I meant, after those twenty-one hour

CADENThat same day, after Mad returned, freshly showered and dressed in a pink loose-knit sweater, she has my leg on her thighs, massaging it tenderly.Martha, on the other hand, is informing us about my progress, believing I might be discharged soon.She babbles about transferring schools, mentions the possibility of moving back, and even entertains the idea of seeking vengeance on whoever is responsible. Somehow, I believe she might mean it.Martha is a nice person; Mad is lucky to have her as a mother.My mother, if she is alive, has probably forgotten about me, let alone knows I’m on a hospital bed right now.But with these two women around, I’m at ease and even grateful for life. Then Dad chooses to butcher the harmony in the space and walks in, seizing the happiness in my space once again.He advances into the room, hands in his jean pockets, seeming timid, like how I’d act back at home when he would sit across the living room, watching basketball all by himself.The moment he