Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates - Chapter 179

Chapter 179: 179-His Turn!

Helanie:

I sat in the backseat while he loaded my bag in the trunk. I had only one bag, and it wasn’t even heavy, but he was acting weird and grabbed the bag out of my hand.

Once he sat in the driver’s seat and started driving, I began to relax a bit in the backseat.

“Ahem!” he cleared his throat, making a shiver run up my spine.

“What do you eat for breakfast?” he asked, fixing the rear view mirror to keep an eye on me.

“Anything. I am not picky,” I replied, and he nodded his head.

“Tell me something. Did your father love your mother?” As he asked me that question, I couldn’t help but recall my time with them when they were married. I was very little, but I do remember them fighting a lot.

“I guess,” I shrugged, not sure.

It seemed like there was also some stress between them. Whenever my father would come home late or drunk and my mother was angry at him, he would just give her this look, and she would instantly feel guilty.

“May I ask you something?” Without waiting for him to respond, I proceeded to ask him, “When did my mother come to live with you guys?” I was not sure what happened to her after I returned home and picked my dad.

I just know I was six at that time, and then my mother was just gone. She disappeared and never even contacted me back.

“We were little. It had been some years,” he cleared his throat while answering. Since we were talking, and the car ride was about a few hours, I realized it was better than silence that we spoke about stuff that wasn’t too personal but also engaging.

“Why are you the way you are?” I bit my tongue the minute I asked him that question. I was not supposed to ask him anything personal.

“Describe the way I am.” However, he gave me a chance to correct my mistake.

“Umm, very determined. Umm, the one who doesn’t smile much and is always focused on work. Someone who is overprotective of his brothers and doe—” As I continued to sugarcoat my thoughts of him, he intervened to get me to the point.

“Be honest.”

I sighed and uttered, “A bitch! You are a bitch most of the time.”

I expected him to yell at me, ask me to get out, or even call me different slurs, but instead, I watched him let out a little snort almost before he fixed his posture.

“I am this way and will remain this way,” he stated.

I nodded, thankful that topic was over, and I’m guessing it was his turn to ask me questions now.

“What is going on with the students of your class? There is some drama going on, and I keep hearing about it from my people,” he uttered, making me slide to the edge of the seat and fold my arms over the passenger seat while looking at him.

“There has been some mate drama going on, that’s all. Typical teenage stuff,” I replied.

Now that it was my turn, I asked him, “What people? You have people spying on us?”

He let out a little louder scoff this time, shaking his head. “I do. It is important to know what my students are up to.”

“What is the deal between you and your mother?” he questioned.

“Uhh! She hates me because I didn’t pick her when I was a kid. And then my father proved that I had made the wrong pick,” I shrugged.

It was time he gave us a nod. “Why did you pick your father?”

Now that it became a little too personal, I leaned back, looking outside the window of the car.

This question was a little hard for me to answer, but I knew exactly why I had to pick my father.

Flashback:

“You little piece of shit! Can’t you sit in silence?” he yelled, his green eyes narrowed at me and his hand raised to hit me twice. The first time had left quite a mark on my cheek.

So this time, I instantly put my hands on my cheek to stop him from hitting me. He was my mother’s boyfriend. I don’t understand why he had to come live with us. Ever since my mother divorced my dad and we moved out, we were doing well until she started dating again.

And John was the worst man ever. He didn’t work or do anything. He would sit and watch movies the whole day. When my mom would leave for work, he would yell at me, hit me, and even break my toys. And once my mom would come back home, he would tell her that I had been a difficult child.

I was scared of him, and I couldn’t tell my mother anything because John told me that he could hear our thoughts and that if I even thought about telling my mom anything, he would kill my mom and then make me his dog by putting a leash on my neck.

“Now listen, tomorrow, the council will ask you who you want to stay with. And if you don’t pick your dad, I will do worse things imaginable to you. Remember, you will grow up here with me, I will be the only one who makes your decisions, and then I will sell you to some old man to become his dog,” he warned me, his finger wagging at my face.

I was not happy here.

He had killed my cat last week and told my mother I did it. My mother was nice, but she was upset that I had harmed an innocent animal. She didn’t hit me or yell at me, but she did ground me to teach me a lesson to be kinder and gentler to others.

End of flashback.

That’s when I made the decision to go back with my dad. John had threatened to kill my mother if I didn’t pick my father, the very next day before I was going to make a decision.

I was a child who didn’t want her mother or anyone else to die. I didn’t know that man was bluffing when he talked about killing me or my mother and also that he could hear my thoughts.

“We are here,” Norman’s announcement shocked me. I couldn’t believe I had been lost in my thoughts for so long.