Hating My Hockey Bully Stepbrother Novels & Stories

I was decent, but certainly wouldn’t make a private team, let alone a professional one. I would come out of those practices with bruises and cuts that concerned my teachers a time or two. Ben hadn’t meant to hurt me, but he was told to treat me like one of the guys, and our mom wouldn’t let him stop for the day until he had mastered the skill. Sometimes, that meant me getting knocked to the ice a hundred times a day. I loved and supported my brother, but I was no longer a big hockey fan after that. Well, that and hockey had always come before everything to my parents, including it coming before me.

My hands clenched into fists, and I could imagine their parents pumping millions into this school for their children to turn out like this. “We are all friends, and this is just a little game we all like to play, right Hunter?” One of the other boys smiled and looked at Hunter, but I felt it. Hunter didn't reply. Instead, he hid himself better behind my legs. “I'm not stupid if that's what you mean by what you said.” I glared at the boy before turning my gaze to the rest of the kids. “ How dare you bully him? Who the hell are you?” The anger that rose in me was alarming. I understood my hatred for bullies, but these were kids.

"Yeah I was captain of my soccer team back home and...let's just say that archery was my life for a while." "I'm not surprised. I thought your brother was older?"Levi's lips trembled as he fought desperately not to laugh. "I'm not surprised." "Oh, he is. And I'm pretty sure that is the reason why he doesn't like me now. I used to bully him as a kid. He was a bit of pussy so I would torment him and when he Shifted, and I didn't, he turned the tables. I guess I kind of deserved it". He pondered the possibility and responded, "Maybe, but siblings are supposed to fight."

"Tired? Don't tell me you've fallen in love or something. That's the only thing that makes people act this weird." Duh. I'm in love with my step brother. And I don't think I can stop loving him even if I tried. Which I have. Many times. "Me? In love? That's ridiculous." I stabbed at my food just to avoid looking at her face or she would see me blushing.

“ why don’t you get it baby , why don’t you see that the whole step brother stuff had been a lie and you fucking bought it . I am not your brother “ he screamed at me and hit my head against the wall . The instantly rush of blood from my head made me scream , he was going to kill me . The pain , the fear and all the emotions that I felt as I tried to stop the bleeding while he stood there just watching me with a satirized smirk on his face . Do you know the most enjoyable things that I can do? I can just send a dagger through your neck and I will watch the blood start flowing out slowly while you gag and your head slowly detaches from your body . I am not your brother and I am never going to

I’m back to thinking he’s really dumb, after what he just said to me. "Right, sorry," I nervously laugh, eating again, "Uh, so how long have you played hockey?" "Since I was eleven. A little old, to be honest, most guys start playing waaaay younger than that," he responds. His voice sounds tight, like he might not be too comfortable talking about this, "But I was already a good skater before that. My aunt Jess forced me to be my cousin's partner in some bullshit figure-skating thing. That part of my life didn't last long, but I still get bullied about it... anyway, my real dad left us when I was around ten and my mom didn't want me to think too much about it, I guess, so she got me into hock

It was humiliating. I was supposed to be the star hockey player. The guy who had it all together. The one everyone admired. Instead, I was a mess. A violent, drunk, out-of-control mess. My father had been furious when the school called. He had threatened to pull me from hockey completely. To send me away to military school. To disown me. I had locked myself in my room for the past week, only coming out when absolutely necessary. My father and I were not speaking. My older brother kept trying to check on me, but I told him to leave me alone.

Cilian, my assistant captain and closest friend complains, sliding on my right at the bench. I hesitate to respond to his question and he follows my line of vision to check what has me staring. He knows damn well that it's hard for me to give something or anyone attention unless it's HAWKER, my hockey team. “Oh, your step-sister.” He says with a nod, a teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “Just checking on my step-sister to make sure she's doing fine. Isn't that how these sibling things work? It's new to me so…I don't have any idea.” I defend and he gives me a doubtful look, not believing a single word that comes out of my mouth.

He let go of me and I didn't wait a second before bolting. This was my lot in Brooklyn high, I'm a scholastic freak who the hottest guy and hockey captain of Brooklyn high derives joy from bullying. ‘one more semester.’ I breathed as I got outside the school. ‘Then I'm out of this hell hole for good.’ Things looked surprisingly calm when I got home, I expected the usual curses flying around when I got in. Mom was in a cheery state as she folded her clothes. “What's happening?” I brought myself to ask, her excitement was just infectious I couldn't ignore.

Stepping out of my closet like bedroom I pray that my family has already gone to the alpha's house to help with the preparations, I really don't want to meet any of them. "Just where do you think you're going bitch". an angry annoying voice shouts, I look up to see my stepbrother looking at me with disdain. "um..... I just wanted to get so-so-me work done". hating my stutter, no matter what I'm still terrified of them. he laughs at my stutter and pulls my hair, dragging so hard that I have to reach out and grab his hands so he doesn't pull out my hair. tears stinging my eyes I hate that I'm so weak .