Chapter 2 - Step Brother

We gathered in the living room after Mr.Park and Ross loaded their belongings into their own bedrooms, while I was playing with my computer.

We had little time for chit chat but Ross was just sitting on the couch busy with his phone. He hasn’t said a word since he arrived, doesn’t even pay attention at us.

“You two will get along together” Mr.Park said with a friendly smile on his face. “Can’t imagine how the two of them will grow up together!” mom said with a low chuckle. Talking about how the 2 of us will get along is making me sick. I rolled my eyes and moaned, “Mom”.

“Ah.. so” mom stood up. “Anything for dinner, Ken?” she gave a naughty smirk to her lover. Then he grinned at my mom, “Oh.. maybe Ross could drive Irene to the groceries and buy something for us to cook. So both of us could…”

Mom covered his mouth before he got to finish his words, as Ross just staring at his dad with poker face. This is so embarrassing, is that mean they are going to f*ck or something when we are not around? They sleep together but they still plan to f*ck in the living room? Is that what they are going to do?!

“Quality time..I mean I mean...for a while” Mr.Park stammered, what a terrible liar. I take a glance at Ross and Ross did the same. Mom angled him, he jumped a little and then he clears his throat and says “Ross and Irene”. Well this is not a good idea. I shook my head immediately and Ross starts talking, “Dad..” the first time he talks ever since he arrived.

“O O O” Mr.Park lifted a finger, acting silly. “You have to listen to your daddy, Ross” he added. Oh my god, he has just treated his 17 years old son like a 3 years old toddler. Ross exhales a harsh breath, he stood up and took the key from the countertop.

“Irene” my mom winked.

I rolled my eyes, “Mom…”

“Irene\~”

At last, I still listen to my mom. Imagine that I have to live the rest of my life with these people around me.

I followed him and slammed the door close. Ross clicked his key and his car sounds beep, yap new BMW, his father is a god damn rich professor. Buying BMW is like spending lunch for them.

Inside the car, he turned his engine on. Does he still thinks I am invisible even though there’s just 4 of us in the house?

“Hey” and now he looked at me in a cold way, scanning my face then…my chest. I narrowed my eyes, what’s wrong with him?

“YOUR –SEAT –BELT” he gave me a death glare.

“Oh”

He blew a harsh breath, “Do you think I am a pervert? To an ugly step sister like you?”

“Hey, what is wrong with you?” I can’t accept the word UGLY. I inherited my mom’s beauty even without make ups on, except my brows.

“Me?” he scoffed, “Nothing” how can he be so sarcastic to me.

At first, I thought I could fix my first impression towards him, but I was wrong, he is still the same annoying and rude. Me and Ross will never gonna make it, plus I hate him since the first day of his school –the 7th grade.

At the grocery store, this place is packed with people. Aisles would transform into traffic jams of people and shopping carts, and checkout lanes would be ten people deep and counting. When I was a very young girl around the age of five or six, I enjoyed going grocery shopping with my mom. Going to the grocery store was considered a major outing to me. In my eyes, the grocery store was a place in which adventures could happen. I was always amazed at the seemingly endless rows of groceries and household items inside the chain grocery stores we went to on our outings.

“Hey” a tap on my shoulder startled me.

“Are you kidding me?” he raised his voice, it’s Ross. I almost forgot I was with him all the way here.

I speak emotionally in whispers “You are the one that left me!”

He clicked his tongue, “You are too slow!”

We went to the fruits and vegetables area, Ross is checking his phone for the shopping list and put some vegetables inside the cart, he seems like getting used to this. Does he grocery –shopping alone every time? I’m even overwhelmed by vegetables and fruits; I don’t know how to differentiate leeks and lemongrass or peach and nectarine, I am the actual spoiled kid.

“Let me…” I was about to help him but he is really ignoring me.

Another desire that I have while in the grocery store is to have fresh cookies from the bakery. I look at the baker busy packing the cookies. But no, that man is going to insult me later. Hold it, Irene. Cookie later.

When I was a kid, cookies are unavoidable. I would beg and plead until mom bought me a warm and gooey M&M chocolate chip cookie. These are still my favorites! I love it when I bite down on this treat, and the chocolate immediately turned into liquid inside of my mouth.

“Hey! Frog princess!”

I tilt my head to Ross, I don’t think he will ever call me with my proper name.

Finally, Ross and I headed toward the checkout lanes. I was about to help him with the groceries bag, but he ignores me again. He gave me the ATM card and say “Keep this for me”.

After loading our groceries into the car, Ross slammed the trunk close and walking towards the driver seat.

Going to the grocery store was always a pleasure to me when I was a kid, but because once I came here with this man, the grocery stores left nightmares to me.

“What?” he gave me a death glare. I don’t remember do anything wrong to him.

Inside the car, we don’t even talk. The road is nearly empty near but low visibility made driving treacherous. I looked at Ross as he gazing straight ahead, only half-aware of a world outside the claustrophobic comfort of the car, his hands stroking the wheel, the almost soundless changing of the gears, the pattern of traffic lights. Can I turn the radio on?

“Arrived” he spoke as he turned the car off.

I was asleep because it was too boring inside the car, plus no music was played during our way, he is torturing me. Ross walking to the trunk and holds the groceries himself without waiting for me.

“Hey! Little princess! Please open the door for me! You are the key holder right?” he yelled from the far.

“Urghh” I moaned and get out from the car.

“Mom we are home” I said as I open the door widely for him.

“Dad I am home”

I am home? Am I still invisible? Even though I open the god –damn door for him?

“Hey!” both of them appeared from the kitchen. This two love birds are going to make my life more complicated, especially when I have to live in one roof with this guy, Ross.

He puts the groceries on the countertop.

“Take a bath, dear! Dinner served soon” my mom said.

We both walking in the same direction through the hallway, he tilted his head and paused, “Are you following me?” like I’m a criminal.

I turned my body and speak sarcastically “Hey this is my room” I point the door with my thumb. I don’t want to be rude, but this is my house.

“This is mine” he pointed right across my room.

What the hell is going on?

“Mom?” I yelled.

“Yes baby?”

“Mom, why Ross’ room is in front of mine? We have a lot of rooms in the house”

“Baby, Ross is your brother” mom replied, followed by the sizzling sound of the pan. Oh no, this is so annoying. When I lifted my head looking at him, he is just poker facing me –flat and –emotionless.

I slammed the door close and throw myself to the bed. At least I have my own heaven, my room is where I spend my beautiful lonely life. Painted in blue like the color of the sky. I drew the clouds around the wall with paintbrush when I was still in Junior High School, never get bored of this theme. I looked up to the ceiling of my room. Watching the moon shaped lamp above me. I have no idea how could I ask my mom to buy that moon shaped lamp inside the morning themed room.

ping ping ping ping

I tilted my head to the blinking phone on bedside table.

“Oh..” I sit up abruptly and grab my phone immediately.

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I may be the most introverted human –being in my school, in my house, anywhere in public. But in the internet, I am so f*cking famous.

I earn money from writing novels online, people love my works, they even want more and more every time I update the story. My mom knows about how I earn extra money from this and I told her to not tell anyone. Nobody knows the writer is me.

Writing story is a fun thing for me since I was a kid, especially when it comes to a Sci-fi, Horror, Thriller stuffs, mostly with mystery in it. Romance? Nah, in my 17 years living, I've never experienced fall in love before. I hate men, but I am not lesbian. I just hate how my mom being betrayed.

I never tell anyone about this, but I ever sneak into the kitchen at midnight and spit inside the bottle of whisky. When I woke up in the next morning, the bottle is empty, saw 2 empty glasses with whisky smell on the countertop. I feel so f*cking awesome. I was just 7 that time, young and cunning.

In my age of 11, I know what c*ndom is. Mom explained them to me, because I heard it from my classmates and was curious that time so ask my mom.

When I found a new c*ndom in my living room, I took a needle and stab it several times, nobody will ever notice the tiny pierce I made. A day later, after my dad left the house with his b*tch, I saw the c*ndom wrapper in the dustbin, the c*ndom I stabbed. Then I heard my mom speaking to my dad, like few months later. “I told you! Even protection isn’t safe at all!” my mom yelled in depression.

“I MADE HER PREGNANT SO WHAT SHOULD I DO?!”

“GO TO HELL HENRY!” my mom yelled and slammed the door.

And then, I don’t know how they solve that pregnant problem. But yeaa, she is just a b*tch, she’ll deal with it anyway.

My dad never give up f*cking b*tches. In my age of 12, I found his flight ticket with his name and a woman name Rebecca, which isn’t my mom of course. I took the flight ticket and burn it in my backyard. 2 days later my dad busy looking for his tickets.

He looks so depressed, “The flight is today! I have business! An important business!”

Mom ignored him, mom knows his business is b*tches.

Talking about bullies. I did bully my dad, the difference is; he doesn’t know about it at all.

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