Falling in Love with My Step Brother

Chapter 2

"WHAT THE FUCK?"

...

Everyone in the room went dead silent as I stared at her incredulously. How could she marry this guy without even consulting me? I felt my eyes water and shook my head in disbelief.

"Isa-" I raced past her up the stairs. I've never felt so betrayed in my life. Sobs erupted from my chest as I slammed the door behind me, my body immediately crumbling to the ground. 

My father left us when I was around 6-years-old. My memories were very faint, but I recall that night as clear as day. I sniffled and rocked back and forth as I tried to block out the memory from replaying in my head like it did every night before I slept.

... 

I was playing with the Barbie doll Dad had bought for my birthday a week prior, watching Spongebob on the small screen in the family living room. Mom was cooking my favorite meal, lasagna, in the kitchen, while Dad was getting ready to leave for his job.

"Hon, I'm leaving!" I heard his deep voice rumble from the hallway as he walked towards the front door. He paused when he was passing the living room and offered me a warm smile. 

"Hey Izzy!" 

I dropped my doll and ran over to him, wrapping my small arms around his legs. I still remember the deep adoration and love I felt for him. He was my hero and always saved the day when something went wrong. 

"Good luck at work, Daddy! Drive safely!" I smiled widely, looking up at him.  He chuckled and nodded his head, gently rubbing my head with his palm.

"I'll see you later, love you!" I detached myself from him and watched him walk through the front door. 

I never saw him again. 

...

Mom was an absolute mess for the next time being, and she told me that he just didn't love her like he used to, that he was more interested in the woman at his office. As a child, I didn't really understand what she meant, and I was just confused, continually waiting for him to contact me and explain why he disappeared that night. 

I liked to think that my father would come back one day, and everything would magically work out. It was dumb and unrealistic, but there was always that speck of hope in the back of my head that it would happen. 

I buried my face in my knees and cried for what felt like hours when there was a knock on my door. 

"Hey... Are you okay?" A male voice asked softly from behind the door. I sniffled and wiped at the tears below my swollen eyes, trying to control my breathing. I didn't want to deal with anyone, especially not him. 

"I'm fine," I mumbled in annoyance. "Go away." I heard a faint rustling and then silence. Assuming I was alone, I closed my eyes and rested my head against the hard oak wood, letting the tears slide down my cheeks once again. Suddenly, I felt my body being moved by the force of the door.

... I forgot to fucking lock it.