Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter4

Grandma, dad´s mom came to live with us and we started to laugh again. She looks so much like dad, so part of me felt as if he was back in the house. With her cooking, cleaning and beating her at Sudoku. The house felt alive again. Mom and I once again started to get back into a routine. We started to accept our loss and realize that we had to get on with our lives.

Grandpa was complaining about not having grandma being home to cook his meals and clean for him. What a life? No, he is not that bad. We knew the real reason. He missed grandma. We did the moment she left, the house went quiet again.

Back then we lived in Jersey. We both agreed, both mom and I that we wanted to sell the house. Too many memories of him and as long as we lived there we could never get over our loss. This is when we packed up and came to live in the Big Apple.

That felt like a lifetime ago and sitting in the car, mom sighed and said, “The time I had with your dad was special. I never thought I could love again.” She cleared her throat. The laughter she had expressed only a few seconds ago, were gone. “Now, I want to spend the rest of my life with Alex. You and the twins need to get used to it.”

I sat shocked, by her change in heart. I jumped out of the car and blurted out as I locked it. “You don’t want respect mom?”

She stopped in front of me. I stood towering over her, yet she still had the upper hand. “You think a bunch of spoilt twins means that I don’t get respect?”

I didn´t know how to reply to that question. Maybe I was no better than them. I was being selfish too. Thinking of myself and no one else. She stood still as if time had frozen waiting for an answer. I searched for an answer avoiding her eyes. Looking at my feet. Hoping someone we knew would come by, but she didn´t move as she firmly had two hands on my arm waiting for a reply. I hated that she had me in a spot. I wanted to break free.

Her light blue eyes shone as she waited for an answer. I shrugged and I knew that once we were inside we had to talk. It started with the past and would end up with the future. Her future as one of the Evans. An unnerving feeling shot inside of me as I knew it would result in me having to do some groveling to the guys who would be in the near future my stepbrothers. I hated the idea of it. I had to face the reality that I wasn´t behaving better than they were, I was being selfish. I needed to set

aside my feelings about them and do what was best for my mom. She was happy with Alex. I would focus on this point and the future would be bright. For them at least. Not for me.

I had to eat my words. Brenda you can do this! I repeated in my head over and over again. It was clear from mom´s instructions that the words had to leave my mouth. We were soon going to be one big happy family and I had to make it happen. She expressed her love for me and my ability to do the right thing in the same sentence. Yep, emotional blackmail. How could I let her down? I couldn´t she had always been there for me and supported me throughout my life, all twenty one years. I had to do this one thing for her and make things right. I knew it was going to be tough, but I had to set my personal

feelings aside. Even though, it was going to be tough. I hesitated entering their building and took a deep breath as I approached the stairs. Manhattan is so different to the Upper West Side. Sure, we had a doorman, but nothing like the wealth that split over these walls. I greeted, Carl the doorman as I normally did when I came to the building.

“Morning, Miss Weakes” he said as he opened the door. No one really called me by my surname. Yet, they had to be so formal here. Trent and Kevin would probably report him if he called me, Brenda.

Carl hated Kevin and Trent too. He never said it, but it was obvious from the stone cold look on his face every time he saw them. They had insulted Carl on more than one occasion and they even reported him one time, because his shoes were slightly dirty. Their words were, ´With the money we pay to purchase a property in the building. It is downgraded by having people on the door that can´t even afford a decent pair of shoes. ´