Semua Bab Falling For My Hockey Stepbrother : Bab 61 - Bab 70

SIRI“Here we are,” Jackson said, his voice a little too rough, but I could also see he was excited. “Home.”I looked at the building in front of us. It was the most home-like building I have ever seen. The entire building radiated warmth. Built with bricks, with vines curling around the walls like an intimate lover. The two-story building had a glow I never thought a house could have. And I could imagine Jackson growing up in a house like this: running around the brick walls and getting into whatever mischief he was getting into. I stared at the house for a while before I looked over at him to see him standing so still, staring at it with his eyebrows pinched painfully together, but a tiny, sad smile on his face. “My grandfather gave this to my mother,” he whispered. "A sanctuary, he called it. I missed school a lot because my mother and I always came here. As I grew older, I learned that it was her way of avoiding my father. That she came to this house because she needed to breath

The look on Jackson’s face transformed in a blink once he saw who called him. He went from this cool-looking guy to a teenager faster than I could blink. A wild smile, full of boyish charm, split across his lips, his eyes wide with surprise and delight.“Bloody hell. Jacob, is that you, mate?!” he gushed, already moving. Even his voice was different. It was louder, his English accent thicker. “In the goddamn flesh!”I watched as these two grown-up men, both six-foot-four with pounds of muscle, ran to each other and pulled each other into a bear hug. And my eyes almost popped out when Jacob jumped suddenly and wrapped his legs around Jackson’s waist. And I almost dropped dead when Jacob gushed, “Oh, sweetie, I have missed you so much!”I could only watch with my mouth open as Jackson went on with the act, not caring about the eyes on them. “Oh, honey, forgive me. I never meant to abandon you.”Oh my God, what is happening right now? I wasn't even jealous. No, not a damn bit. I was amu

I had blacked out at one point, my body and mind both giving out when it became too much. When I became conscious again, I was lying on the wet floor, cold, bleeding, broken, and trembling. Every single muscle in my body hurts. Every time I moved, from how hard I was trembling, pure agony ripped through me. In this hell I've found myself in, I only had one small mercy: my mind was completely blank.I heard soft footsteps, and white sneakers filled my vision before he crouched down, and those blue eyes were what I saw next. This time, the agony that shook my body came from my very soul, came from what was left of it.“Oh, my sweet girl,” he whispered as he picked up a strand of my hair, rubbing it between his fingers. “Where does it hurt? Tell me, and I will kiss it better.”His friends snickered, shaking their heads, and everything in me flinched when I suddenly became aware of them. “You’re sick,” one of them chuckled. He was. He really was. People have talked, and I had listened,

PRESENTEverything came rushing back to me in a hard wave, and I wish they would not. I wish these memories could be wiped so I could forget everything. I wish I could forget who I am, because right now I feel stupid, naive. I felt like I'd been played again.I heaved until nothing came out, my body trembling. I felt a hand pulling my hair away from my face, and I almost relaxed. Something almost loosened in my chest. That was until I heard that voice. “Are you okay, darling?” I jerked away from him like I was struck by lightning, my teeth bared, and my hard eyes fixed on him. I pointed at him, my finger shaking. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch. Me.”He stood frozen, his eyes wide with shock and hurt. “You… Siri, lis–” He took a step closer, and the look I shot at him had him freezing, the look of pain brighter in his eyes. People were walking past us, some staring, and I could see his friends standing a distance away, but we didn't look away from each other’s eyes. We didn't see the coun

“You good, mate?” Jacob asked as he sat beside me and handed me a cup of hot chocolate. I took it without a word, cupping my hands around the mug and staring at the steam. He said nothing for a while, just drank his beverage, and then said, “The game is tomorrow, you know.”My shoulders stiffened. I heaved a sigh, sipping the hot drink, but I barely tasted anything. “Yeah,” I said, my voice scratchy from lack of use. “You haven't slept, haven't eaten anything. How are you going to play like this? Don’t expect us to go easy on you because you were our captain.” He said it as a joke, nudging my shoulder with his, but I remained silent, unmoving. He sighed deeply, placing his mug down and turning to face me. “Listen here, mate: it’s not your fault. It’s neither of your faults. You both have a shitty past, and she’s been hurt, yeah, but have you ever done anything to hurt her?” He didn't wait for an answer he wasn't going to get and just went on. “Sure, you were a fuckboy just three