Resist My Twin Stepbrothers

Chapter 29

Chapter 29

After the past couple of hours, I was feeling re—laxed, like all the frustration I'd been feeling just disap—peared. I knew it was only temporary, but I was going to savor it before I completely forgot what it felt like.

We arrived downstairs when I realized the door was open and voices were coming from outside, Dad's and someone else. Curious, I walked toward the door, only to freeze when I saw who it was. Brenda, the wom—an Dad, was seeing on the side. I recognized her from the photos Mom had of the woman from the private de—tective Mom hired.

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell she was doing there, my bad mood from earlier suddenly back when I got a second shock. Anita had walked around me and was gaping at the woman in the doorway.

"Mom?" She asked, and my heart all but thudded to a stop. "What are you doing here? Did you come to pick me up?"

I turned my look of disbelief to her. Mom?

"Anita?" Brenda said, looking just as surprised. "I had no idea you were even here; I came to see if Carl was all right. Sorry for just turning up at the house, but you weren't answering my texts."

She turned to Dad with a look of concern, and I swore I saw red right then.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

The other three looked at me, shocked at my outburst, but I was pissed.

"Evan, what's—"

Anita started to speak, probably to ask what was wrong, but the words caught in her throat when I turned my glare on her.

"I can't believe she's your mother," I said, feel—ing completely betrayed. "She came onto my dad know—ing he was married, and you knew, didn't you? That you were the daughter of a whore."

"Evan!"

I completely ignored Dad shouting my name. Anita's expression looked stricken before she quickly shook her head.

"I had no idea," she blurted out, desperate. "Evan, I swear I never knew."

Her eyes were begging me to believe her, but, how could I? It was too much of a fucking coincidence, and suddenly, I was thinking back to all—out interactions since she took the blame for me back then, and I won—dered if any of it had even been real. I looked at all three of them with disgust.

"Evan, that was out of line," Dad said, voice hard. "Apologize, to the both of them, or else."

I snorted. "Or else, what? Forget it, I'm done. I'm disgusted with all of you right now. I can't believe you just tossed Mom aside for this woman."

"That was my fault—"

He started, but I cut him off with a slash of my hand. Anita and her mom had both started crying, but I just sneered.

"The fault is both of yours, but especially hers. What kind of woman goes after a married man? A whore, right? And you plan to bring her in here?"

"That's enough!"

He raised his voice higher than mine, and he was practically shaking in anger, but I didn't give a damn. What would he do, hit me? Even if he did, it changed nothing. I turned away from them in disgust.

"I can't fucking stay here. I need to get as far away from this place as possible!"

I ignored the shouts of my name, angry and loud from Dad, pitiful and heartbroken from Anita, but I didn't dare walk around. I jumped in my car, started it, and drove with no destination in mind.

Evan

I blinked as it dawned on me that I'd read the same line over and over again. Or rather, I'd stared at that same line for quite a while. I still had no idea what it said. I narrowed my eyes and tried to focus, leaned my head in my hand, but my mind wandered with the first word.

Dammit.

I rubbed a hand roughly down my face then went back to my attempts to focus. I leaned my head back into my hand, narrowed my eyes and stared at the page, but a few seconds later, my mind wandered again. Of course, it wandered to Anita, and the last time I was at her place.

After another long moment of inattention, I growled to myself and leaned back in my seat to close my eyes against it all. I was at home, locked in my room while I tried to study. I didn't want my dad to walk in and bother me, and he couldn't if my door was locked. I knew he was mad at me, but the standard in our house was to ignore each other or argue, and I went for the former. I couldn't seem to get into the process, though.