All Chapters of Obsessed With My Step Brothers : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

I didn't know what to say.Chris was standing in the middle of the drawing room, still breathing hard from whatever had made him rush through the house shouting my name, while Marcus sat across from him with a calm expression.“Rebel, are you even listening?”Yes I heard what he just said but I had no idea how to react. I swallowed hard into nothing. My mouth felt dry and patchy, I suddenly needed something to drink.Chris sighed impatiently and dropped his backpack onto one of the chairs.“I’m actually not a street fighter,” Marcus clarified but no one answered. Sean's voice filled the room, “What else did Ivy say?”Marcus's eyes moved toward me, I immediately looked away. I can't get lost in his beautiful light brown eyes. Chris continued, “She told everyone Rebel has a messy past.”Sean's asked, “Say everything she said.”Chris ran a hand through his hair, “She told people that's why Rebel joined Maryville at half term. She made it sound like Rebel got kicked out of her old schoo

Sean shook his head slowly. "Has Annie been messing with you?"I hesitated, "No."Sean's eyes narrowed, "Rebel.""What?""You're lying."I looked away, "I am not.""You are."I sighed. "Okay, maybe she has been a little annoying.""A little?"I glanced at him. He was already looking at me with that expression that told me he wasn't buying any of my excuses.I shrugged, "It's nothing serious."Sean's jaw tightened, “She locked you in a bathroom.""I got out.""By climbing across a ledge.""I survived.""You almost fell.""But I didn't."He stared at me for a moment before shaking his head, "I'm going to talk to her."He turned toward the door but I quickly stepped forward, "Sean, wait."I caught up with him before he could leave, "I appreciate that you're worried about me. But this is girls business."His eyebrows rose, "Girl's business?""Yes. And I'll handle it.""How?""I'll figure it out."Sean crossed his arms, "You've already figured it out once. You climbed out of a window.""Ex

By the time the doctor finished treating the burns on my neck and arms, the pain had settled into a dull, uncomfortable sting. Although I still winced whenever my clothes brushed against my skin. The doctor had assured me that the burns weren't as serious as they could have been, but he had given me medication and instructions to keep the affected areas clean and protected. Which meant I was now sitting in bed with my arms resting carefully on the blanket while Sean and Chris kept looking at me as though I might suddenly break apart.Chris was already dressed in his school uniform, with his tie slightly crooked and his gray hair looking as though he had run his fingers through it instead of actually bothering to comb it properly.He stood at the foot of my bed, staring at me with an expression that was far too cheerful for someone who had just watched a doctor treat his step sister."You know," he said, adjusting his tie, "if you wanted to avoid school today, you could have simply

I woke up with my cheek pressed against my pillow and absolutely no idea what time it was.For a few seconds, I stayed still, staring at the wall while my brain slowly caught up with reality.Then I remembered. The burn. The doctor. The day off school.And Sean.I pushed myself up carefully, expecting to hear something from the other side of my room.Nothing.I looked around.The chair where Sean had been sitting was empty, the cards from earlier were still scattered across the little table, and the half-empty bowl of popcorn was sitting exactly where we'd left it.Sean was gone.I checked the time on my phone. I had slept for almost two hours.Not that he needed my permission, obviously, but after spending the whole morning with me, I had somehow expected him to still be there when I woke up.I reached for my phone and checked my messages.Nothing from him.I stared at the screen for a moment before putting it down.Why did I even care?He had probably gone downstairs to do something

I kept walking.That was the only thing I could think of doing.Everywhere I went, someone seemed to be looking at me, whispering behind a hand, nudging a friend, or pretending to be busy with their phone while secretly taking pictures of me. It would have been easy to let it get under my skin, especially when I could still feel the delicate skin around my neck and arms underneath my uniform, but I refused to give them the satisfaction.I had already spent too much time worrying about what people thought of me.I wasn't doing it anymore.If these people wanted to stare, they could stare until their eyes hurt.They clearly had nothing better to do.Maryville was full of rich, spoiled teenagers who had probably never had to worry about where their next meal was coming from. Whether their parents could afford their school fees, or what they were going to do with their lives once their parents stopped paying for everything.Their biggest problem was usually who was dating whom, who had