All Chapters of Bully stepbrother: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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40. Occurrence

CADEN“You didn’t get our cell phone numbers or at least our names. We can be real fun. You passed out; you didn’t get to find out.”I can’t tell who said that as I stride ahead, the two tails following behind me like some magnet. I’d woken up and found them lying all over me, touching me, with blurred memories of what really happened until now that they say it. I’d pushed them away and found my clothes.“I am Brenda,” one says from behind. Honestly, I can’t tell them apart since I haven’t spared them another look after I stepped down the staircase, fully dressed, holding nothing but full-on disgust for myself. Normally it would be pride, but I’m glad nothing happened, because I really don’t feel like being with any other girl that’s not… I stop myself from thinking that.What are you thinking? Forget her, she’s hell for you.How do I forget, when Mad has claimed me, and I fucking hate the bitch for it… well, not bitch, I’m sorry. I’m the bitch.What the hell is wrong with me?I conti

41. Return

CADEN“You sure, man?” Paxton asks as we both emerge from his small apartment.Lost in thought and unable to find my car, I ponder where I could’ve left it. “Yes,” I simply mutter.“Either way, I have to drive you to your car,” he responds to my unspoken concern, moving toward his not-so-old Ford truck.Son of a bitch. I left my baby at a fraternity house.Terrified, I rub my hands over my face, gaping at the empty street.Paxton halts by his vehicle, one hand on the open door, the other over the roof. “Do not panic. Jake has it parked in a safe place,” he reassures me.“He better,” I grumble, rushing to the passenger side.During the ride, I don’t initiate a conversation, and I’m grateful when Paxton respects the silence, too.I spend most of the time consumed by different thoughts, from Kane Esteban’s trial, which is unreasonable, to how his daughter lives ten minutes away from me yet is so difficult to reach, and then back to Mad, who has taken all part of me.Mad is the only one I

42. Nothing more nothing less

MADISONIt was early evening, with the sun yet to settle behind the horizon, providing a sense of gratification and tranquillity for the town’s residents who peacefully strolled along the sidewalks.With earbuds in, I leave the small, cozy café where I’ve spent most of my day.Inside, I enjoyed the company of Bryan Tatum and indulged in a pile of muffins and coffee, all while a live basketball match played on the television, entertaining the café’s customers.To my surprise, the day turned out quite differently from what I had anticipated when Bryan walked into the café in a casual outfit and minimal security.To be more specific, I endured the worst thirty minutes in that scanty café earlier in the morning, staring out the window as my coffee grew cold. I struggled to comprehend what Caden wanted; his feelings were inconstant. He wanted me, then he didn’t. He was happy, and then he was angry.What saddened me even more was my desire to be there for him as a stepsister, nothing more.

43. Bathroom

MADISON“Try and eat something. Here are some cupcakes; you need sugar in your body for energy,” he suggests from the coffee table.“That’s very professional of you.” I smile at him.“I can be very smart.”Bryan returned a few hours ago, after the call from his manager.At the hospital, the nurses said he had stayed all night while I was unconscious, just like Asher did. The two of them got me home after I was discharged this morning, and in their company, I even dozed off.Bryan had so much kindness in him that he helped clear all the charges against me for violating the road rules. Yes, with too many witnesses at the event, I was blamed for stopping in the middle of the freeway, and you know all those laws that I failed in driving school. I guess they also apply to bicycles.“Look how the table turns. Now you’re my therapist,” I joke.I woke up some minutes ago, before Asher left, and I was grateful Bryan had returned because God knows I cannot deal with the busted-face stepbrother

44. Apple

CADEN“What the hell happened to your faces? Please don’t tell me you two fought,” Martha flinches as soon as Mad accepts the call on the large TV screen in the middle of the room. She’s in black shorts and a yellow hoodie.“No, Mom, I had a minor accident at the traffic circle, and Caden…” She pauses and looks behind her to where I’m lounging on the couch, unnecessarily peeling an apple. “I don’t know what happened to him,” she finishes with a sigh.“You had an accident on the street?” Dad exclaims.“It was actually my fault. I stopped in the middle of the road, talking on the phone, and I pissed off the traffic. A friend had to get me out of the charges.”“Whoa, wait, charges?” He exhales sharply and adjusts his grey tie.Knowing my dad, that’s his annoyance and frustration gesture.It means run if you have to. But I don’t even flinch at it. I don’t care about his threats or the fact that he’s pissed.I was drowned in a bathtub by my own mother, so anything else the world can offer

45. Raspberry

MADISONI woke up the next morning feeling dreadful.For one, my entire body seems uncooperative, and I can’t even move my feet off the bed. Is every ounce of my misery concentrated in my body, or are my 206 bones refusing to support me?For two, despite my efforts to stay awake last night, worried about what Caden might be up to at that late hour, I must have dozed off because of the prescribed painkillers I took.It’s just one more chaotic situation among the many predicaments I’m navigating. I know Caden. I know he despises me, but he also detests those who dislike me.That’s the perplexing part. He seems to scorn both my admirers and my detractors. Where does he truly stand?Don’t think for a second he’s on your side, defending you. Girl, he might be chasing pleasure with perfectly figured women, silly, my subconscious delivers a harsh thought, and a frown creeps over my face.Yes, it was foolish of me. I’m sure he wanted to escape the house after everything with Dad. And we both

46. Insanitary

MADISON“I will take off the handcuffs now. You have to stay still, or it might cut into your flesh,” the police officer explains.Up until now, since the arrest, the mugshots, and the paperwork (or was it booking they called it?)—I’ve remained in shock at the circumstances I’ve found myself in.I can’t even make a move. I wish I were brave enough to handle it, but obviously, I’m only some failed rebellious stepsister. So, the guards should be glad I have no escape plan like the notorious criminals meant to be here.“Don’t talk to her like that,” Caden thunders a warning to the officer with great fortitude. There is nothing in this world that could make Caden cringe.“Get in,” the officer orders when he frees my shaky hands, ignoring my stepbrother’s attitude.The jail Caden and I are thrown into is exactly the kind you see in pictures. The cell is situated underground in the department. The sullied walls are thick and covered in creepy graffiti. Strictly barred openings with metallic

47. Eyes don't speak

MADISONI played DJ on our road trip to Santa Cruz. With the windows down, music filled the air, our hair dancing freely. Caden’s hair was lustrous, while mine was a mess. Mentally, I sighed, so help me, God.Santa Cruz is just a forty-minute drive thanks to Caden’s powerful car.Every now and then, Caden flashes me a nurturing look over his sunglasses or holds my hand when his phone isn’t demanding his attention.“Let’s do something,” he suddenly says as I narrow my eyes at the quiet parking lot he’s slowing into.“Caden?” I shake my head, denial flaring even as fear pushes in, loud and insistent. He’s going to dump me here.“Come out.” He jerks his chin toward my door, his eyes on me.“I’m not getting out.” My voice comes out wobbly, tears burning at the back of my eyes. I did this to myself. I let my guard down again.A bothered frown pulls at his face, his brows hardening. He’s going to kick me out. My breath comes faster, every second heavier than the last.“Babe, what? Hey.” He

48. A bright orange

MADISONWe drove through the beautiful city during daylight, exploring its natural surroundings. The weather is perfect, ideal for a leisurely walk. The city has a relaxed and social atmosphere. In the late afternoon, we decide it’s time to visit the main attraction, the Boardwalk.Finding a parking space is a bit challenging, but Caden manages to navigate through the traffic and secure a spot in the main lot. Hand in hand, we walk through the bustling crowds. Everything about this place is vibrant and colorful, like something out of a Disney movie. It feels like I’m living a romantic fairytale, especially with Caden by my side.I have loved this place since I was a child. It sends me mentally reliving a specific moment in my life. When I was little, I would ask my mom and biological father to bring me to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk because I saw it as a fairytale land for children. Mom would simply nod, smiling at me as a parent should, and my father would hiss, reminding me how u

49. Nail scissor

MADISONDo you know that feeling when everything is lost and there’s no hope for a miracle or savior to rescue you from your fear?I feel that throughout the ride as we head for Palo Alto. My body is useless; I’m completely despaired, just staring out the window to ignore the fact that Caden is beside me, and I want nothing more than to be in his arms, just like how today started.Back at the river, he froze and refused to look at me or say anything.He only put his clothes back on and climbed into his vehicle, waiting for me to get dressed.I stood in shock for some moments, hearing and feeling nothing but the bleeding from my heart and the tears falling down my cheeks.When I finally get the strength to put my clothes back on and get into the passenger side, Caden still doesn’t say anything. But I wait, expecting him to say something, no matter how dumb it would sound. I just want my nice Caden back, not the cold one next to me. But he only pulls out of the forest and takes the high

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