All Chapters of Hot Professor Is My Step Dad : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LucianI walked through the back door with a smile on my face.The kiss was still on my lips and the taste of Bonnie was still on my tongue, the warmth of her body was still in my arms. I was the happiest I had ever been in my entire life.Then I smelled it.Blood. The metallic tang of it hung in the air like a fog. My smile faltered and my heart started pounding. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.I walked into the living room. The lamp was knocked over, the coffee table was overturned, a glass was shattered on the floor. And there was blood...so much blood. It was everywhere."Mom?" I called out.No answer.I ran through the house and searched every room. The kitchen...The bathroom...My bedroom. Nothing. She was not there.Then I heard the sirens.I ran to the front door and I threw it open. An ambulance was parked in the driveway. Red and blue lights flashed across the lawn. Paramedics were rushing toward the house and I pushed past them. I had to find her. I had to s

MarcellusI sat in my office just staring at the wall.The school day was over and I should have gone home hours ago. But I could not leave maybe because I could not face the house. I could not face what I had done.I had heard about Bonnie. She had not come to school today, Bianca had brought her homework to the house and Clarissa had called the school to let them know. Something about Bonnie not feeling well.I knew it was a lie. Bonnie was not sick. She was just sad and really broken. And it was my fault not technically but I'm sure she'll look into everything that has hurt her.I had seen the way she looked when she walked into the kitchen. The way her eyes were red and swollen, the way her shoulders were hunched, the way she moved like she was carrying alot of things on her head.She was hurting. And Lucian had put that hurt there.I thought about Lucian. About the way Colette had said he had pushed her away. About the way he had been cold and distant, the way he had said leave m

BonnieThe hallway was crowded as students pushed past me and laughter echoed off the lockers. Someone's backpack hit my shoulder but I did not even flinch. My body was there but my mind was somewhere else. Somewhere dark and confusing.Lucian had just walked away, he had apologized, said he was sorry and all of that.He had promised he would never hurt me again. I had believed him, I had hugged him and I had even told him I loved him.But something felt wrong. The whole thing really felt wrong.I walked toward my locker as my feet moved on autopilot. I opened the door and stared at the books inside but did not see them. I saw Lucian's face. The way his eyes avoided mine. The way he held me like he was saying goodbye instead of hello, almost like he was memorizing the shape of my body.What was he hiding? What had really happened in that hospital room? Why did he push me away like I was nothing?I felt wronged...betrayed. I felt like I had been treated unfairly. And I was angry, so a

LucianI sat in the chair beside my mother's bed. She was fast asleep. Her face was pale and her breathing shallow. The machines beeped softly in the background. I had been here for hours. I had watched her sleep. I had watched her chest rise and fall. I had watched her eyes move under her eyelids.She was dreaming. I wondered what she was dreaming about, wondered if she was dreaming about him. Marcellus. The man who had abandoned her. The man who had left her alone and pregnant and scared. The man who had chosen someone else over her.I hated him. I hated him so much it burned. It burned in my chest like a fire that would not go out.My mother stirred, her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me."Lucian," she said. Her voice was weak. "You are still here.""I am still here.""You should go home to get some rest.""I am fine.""You are not fine. You look exhausted.""I am fine," I said again.She reached out and her hand found mine. Her fingers were cold and really weak but she sti

LucianThe locker room smelled like sweat, chlorine and the that familiar faint metallic tang of ice.I sat on the bench with my head down and my hands clasped together. My hair was different today. I had cut it, so it was now shorter on the sides and longer on top. It was a small change but it felt like more. It felt like I was shedding something. The old Lucian obviously.The one who had been weak and desperate and full of rage.I ran my hand through my hair. It felt really strange maybe it was because it was way lighter. I was not sure if I liked it yet. But I needed a change. I needed something to distract me from the thoughts that kept circling in my head. The thoughts about Marcellus, my mother. About the revenge I was planning.I stood up, grabbed my gear and walked toward the ice.Practice was brutal of course.Coach was in a bad mood. He made us run drills until my legs literally gave out. He made us do sprints until my lungs burned, yelled at Jensen for missing a pass and y