Twisted Game: My Stepbrother is my bully
I would rather not deal with my smug prick of a step-brother and didn't need to be reminded of the horrible, disturbed situation I found myself in.
I'm staring out the window, leaning my head against my hand when I felt his warm palm landing on top of my thigh. I didn't bother turning my head, I was just going to ignore him. I would not let him spoil this weekend for me.
Even though I mildly was still agitated at my mother for leaving me, I still craved to get to know her, and I wasn't going to let my vile stepbrother wreck this for me.
“Remember what we told you. Do not speak a word about our little game to our parents,” Zane leaned over and growled against my ear, making my body to lock up