My stepbrothers

New home

Lea’s POV

I looked out from the window and let go a small sigh. Hearing my sigh, the cab’s driver smirked from the mirror. I pretend to ignored his flirty smiles and rest my head on the window.

“What’s the problem missy?” he then asked. I turned my head and look at his fat face. He was smiling. Maybe waiting for my answer. “Nothing,” I turned my head towards the window again.

“You know, that sigh can lead to two different things; graceful or problem and I’m pretty sure that’s problem. Now, I know this seems weird and probably you feels uncomfortable but I’m here to hear it” said him in surprisingly firm tones. At first I didn’t respond but seeing his face seems so eager, I give up.

“I’m heading to my father’s house,” again I kept my answers short. “What’s the problem? That’s good news right?”

I looked at him again. For a cab’s driver, he seems very talkative. But then, what the hell. Maybe it’s not going to hurt to just tell him the truth or else he’s going to bothered me again.

“He’s remarried and today’s my first time going there,”

“Uuhhh…that’s bad missy.” he said and smiled. “Yeah. Its sucks!” I nodded. He let go small laugh. “What about your mother?” he then asked the most sensitive thing to me. I bit my lower lips and hesitated for a moment.

“She died,” I said trying to cover up my voice that seems to crack a little bit. “Sorry,” he said honestly. “It’s okay. She died when I was 5 years old. Since then I lived with my grandparents but they died in car’s crash last month so…” I couldn’t continue my story as my voice cracked and tears start to form in my eyes. I looked out to the window again. Silence fill the situation then.

“Well, you can always try. New things sucks but it doesn’t necessarily going to be sucks forever,” after a moment he crack the silence. I didn’t say anything. This guy seems like a wise man. Maybe I was wrong about him. I flashed a smile and keep quiet then. Thinking about his words. ‘New things sucks but it doesn’t necessarily going to be sucks forever’.

The problem? New things sucks and going to be sucks forever! I hate my father for not being there for most of my life. I barely know him and only see him for a couple of first few years mom’s death before he disappeared. The only things that keep updating me about him is one visit for every year. What kind of father who only visit for his daughter once a year???

"We’re here missy" said the drive that kept calling me Missy. i turned my head and noticed that we had stopped at a nice house with large backyard and nice garden at the front. Kind of nice typical suburban house.

The driver help me getting out my luggages and smile nicely to me. "Have a pleasant stay and remember my words before. Till we meet again. Goodbye."he said after i'm paying him and said thank you. He dove his hat and get in his cab before waving me goodbye. i waved him back and watch he go. "Like hell it will be pleasant,"i said mockingly after he left.

Dragging my luggages towards the front door, i couldn't help but noticed that this house is quite huge. i bet there's more than three rooms in there. Sighed heavily, i rang the bell while waiting anxiously. What is my father's reactions? And if he's going to hug me and what should i respond? Hugging him back? Or just ignored him like i always do?

While worrying myself, the door suddenly opens. A woman in her forty's appeared. Beautiful blonde hair with big smiles looking at me. "uh..uh.," damn. Those words didn't come easily.

"You must be Lea! Oh my god, you're beautiful.” she said happily then hugs me. Okay, this is NOT what I expected. But then who am I kidding. Again my father wasn't there to greet me.