Bully stepbrother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

CADENPresent“If we ever get out of here, will we go to the pharmacy to get your bruises treated?” she discreetly inquired, her voice so soft.“We will get out of here. It’s not like I stayed locked up for years the other night. I only spent the night, and they let me out the next morning.”Her eyes widened. I noticed the sharp intake of her breath when she squirmed slightly on my lap and faced me fully.“You’ve been locked up? When? How?” She maintained a moderate volume, but I could sense the shock in every single word she spoke.Yes, that’s Mad, my beautiful stepsister with OCD, ADHD, and everything in between that you can imagine.She has been curled up on my thighs and holding me firmly ever since we got here.Mad has been obsessive with hygiene since I knew her and has made it very clear how much dirt makes her feel sick. So, this place is the exact opposite of her. I feel so stupid for dragging her into my shit.For hours, Mad has sustained a quiet tone in the cell and avoided

CADEN“I wish for you to let yourself feel something that isn’t hatred someday,” she says, and leaves the car just as I asked her to.But the truth is I didn’t want her to leave. I didn’t want the moment we had to end, but she had to go and bring the L-word in.I want to stay in the car, away from her, but the car smells like her. Yes, she was in here for twenty-four hours, so the car is suffocating me right now.I need air, and the only way to breathe is in my own space, my bedroom.Hissing, I climb out of the car, slam the door, and follow behind her.From a distance, she seems despaired and exhausted from my shit.Haven’t I hurt her enough?Maybe following her to California was a wrong decision. This still makes sense, for instance; she got into an accident last week, and the person behind it must be Kane Esteban.I swear, when I get Daisy in my vengeful hands, she will pay for more than what her father did to Cara. No. She will pay for carving a scar on Mad’s neck. She will pay fo

MADISONRejection really does hurt, like they say, but my pain isn't only from Caden turning me down. If I had a witness, they'd probably tell me to sit with that rejection, so it replays the moment I told him I love him. They'd say his reaction will tell me whether Caden deserves my unwavering loyalty. But a witness wouldn't know the whole picture. Maybe it's an inherited fatal flaw I got from my mom, but empathy has always been our downfall. And if you're me, there's no way you live in a house with Caden for four years, even through all his chaos, and don't want to help him.Maybe he is worth it. I tell myself if I major in psychology, maybe I can help him, maybe I can prove his behavior comes from a broken foundation. It has to, because what else could possess a man to be what Caden normally is? Maybe I'm too inexperienced to understand the difference between good and evil, but the boy who barely has two scoops of food on the table before he and his father clash and he goes to be

MADISONIt’s late afternoon on a cool Thursday. To be more precise, it’s Thanksgiving, but I find the weather entirely different from those I’ve experienced before.Late November in New York has been cold and cloudy, but here it is clear and cool, very new for someone like me who is experiencing it for the first time. Granted, it has also rained the past few days, leaving me mortified in the empty home that Caden has never returned to since the hospital episode where he almost killed a man and appeared completely odd afterward.At school, we meet, though he has avoided me as much as I do him. For me, I don’t know why I feel the need to camouflage and elude him, but it somehow becomes an instinct.I am grateful for the bike he got for me, though, because it has great tires to race me away from him whenever I spot as little as a shirt that resembles his, around campus or on the sidewalks.You see, I am not as strong as you thought I was, but I am surviving.Sometimes you just need to br

MADISONIt is over twenty seconds later when my ass begins to hurt from the unexpected force, and the rain is getting heavier when someone from the fourth-floor pops through the window.It is none other than Caleb, the only person who knows I am behind the blackout.Oh no.I begin to crawl. My eyes are barely working as I search through the bush for my mobile phone.Luckily, it is not difficult to locate the device. I use the remaining strength left in my half-frozen, half-shocked body and rush toward the building, seeking shelter and, more importantly, a hideout, as flashlights begin flickering through every window.A swarm of butterflies does a happy dance in my stomach when I confront the overflowed crowd exiting the building, passing beside me and getting exposed to the rainfall as they all race toward their vehicles.In wonder, I stand still on the lawn, not caring about the rain mercilessly hitting my skin. Instead, I am lost in pride and self-satisfaction, so excited watching C