To Hate My Stepbrother

Mason’s POV

Shocked about how much she knew about me, my eyes levelled her and I just couldn’t help but wonder again about who she really is.

I had no idea if she was one of my friends but she doesn’t really look like one of them and I still can swear on my life that I have never seen her in my life.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

“Why are you just showing up now?” I asked and she raised an eyebrow, “why didn’t you find me years ago, why are you just coming now?” I added and she also stood to face me.

“I did, I searched everywhere for you but you were out of the country and I just gave up until I knew you were back.” She explained and I exhaled.

Still confused, pinched down hard on the bridge of my nose as I kept listening to her explaining how we met.

“You won’t stop ranting about Ava on the night we fucked,” she continued, “you told me about how much you loved her which was disgusting and from what you told me, I got to know about her and the fact that she’s your sister.” She finished and I sighed.

What if she’s right and I just didn’t remember? What if I was drunk?

I couldn’t bring myself to ask anymore questions because her answers always rip through me like claws and dagger and all I cared about at this point is Ava.

“I’m not interested in getting married to you, I’m ready to be a father to the little boy but I’m not ready to get married to you.” I explained.

Although I couldn’t bring myself to be happy about the fact that I have a son, I also couldn’t bring myself to hate the boy.

After all he’s innocent and my son. Staring at Aisha and trying to get her answer to what I’d said about being unable to marry her.

She didn’t say anything and I couldn’t help but just stare at the boy. I had no idea if things would work out well.

How am I going to explain it to Ava? How will I be able to work things out with her? My mind is conflicted and I kept having this internal battle with myself but what I’m sure about is not deserting my son.

If that’s what I have to do to make things work out then I’ll do it, I’ll be there for him like he deserves me to be.

Walking out of my house, I got to my car and was about to get into it and drive out when I saw a car packed right in front of my house.

Staying behind, I watched as Ava got out of the car and for a moment I was excited, I’d thought she’d finally find it somewhere in her heart to at least try and hear me out.

Closing my car door, I turned to look at her properly and our eyes met but she broke the eye contact and looked away before making her way into the house.

Quickly, I sprinted toward her and followed after her. Aisha was still in the sitting room with her son and I didn’t miss the disgusted look on her face before she took her son and walked out of the sitting room.

“Wow.” I heard Ava mutter, she must’ve thought I didn’t hear but I heard and I knew that she wasn’t expecting Aisha to still be around.

I watched her make her way to her room slowly, she was already crying and tried to keep it away from me, I went with her to see her packing the rest of her things.

“What the hell is wrong with you?!” I yelled, I was done trying to let her see that I’m innocent, I was done trying to fight back for her and she just shoved me aside like she’s also innocent.

“What is wrong with me?” Her voice broke, “how dare you, Mason? You have the fucking nerve to ask what’s wrong with me?” She added and I just couldn’t let her stand there and blame me.

“Yes, why on earth are you acting like I wasn’t also hit with sudden news?” I asked, “every fucking day, I wake up with a lot of pain and you stand there and get to act like you’re the fucking victim?” I added.

I saw her lip part as though she wanted to say something but they closed shut immediately and she didn’t say anything but continued packing her bags.

“You fucking got married during those years that I was away, it’s been years that we’ve been apart and you got married to another man so why on earth are you acting like I cheated on you or something?!” I yelled.

My anger is taking over me, my blood rushing and my fist clenching. I badly wanted to hit or break something and stay away from her but I couldn’t let her see me in that state.

“If life was so good for you and your marriage had worked out you wouldn’t even be here with me!” I finished and just at that moment I felt a sting on my cheek.

I opened my eyes to see Ava breathing heavily in front of me, her face drenched in her own tears and my fingers traced the part where she had slapped hard.

“Don’t you dare!” She finally said, raising her index finger at me, “you can keep fucking women and having kids for all I care but I am warning you right now to never show your disgusting, cheating face in front of me ever again.” She added and I scoffed.

Without saying another word, I stormed out of the room leaving her to do whatever she wanted to, whatever works for her.

If leaving and not trying to hear or work things out with me is what she wants then I won’t stop her from doing that.