Jeremy
1208 Words
“Coward, coward, coward…!!” Mia's anguishing voice keeps roaring in my head as I let Olivia drag me away.
Since meeting her, I have been looking forward to when she would break and start wailing like a child. But when I finally saw it, I didn't like it at all. Watching her cry like that felt very uncomfortable. Her wet, dewy eyes and her grave, trembling voice were imprinted into my brain, making me feel like I am being haunted.
As we walk away, It takes me a lot of self control not to turn around to see if she is still crying. Olivia's cranky voice is cooing to me as usual, but I can't hear anything she is saying. I feel detached from her but my mind is on Mia, trying to listen to her crying even though it's making me feel uncomfortable. It reminds me of something. Not being able to place it makes me feel very unsettled.
“Let go of my hand.” I gently push Olivia away once Mia is no longer within sight. Having her around me is worse than Mia living in my house.
“So will you come? This time around I will make sure not to invite Tom and his boys. Just you and your gang. Pretty, please.” Olivia cooed seductively. I can feel her breast rubbing against my elbow, but it only makes me feel like gagging. If I didn't need her to put Mia in check, I wouldn't have allowed her to casually hug me like this.
“Okay.” I nod, slowly retrieve my hand, then walk over to my bike.
I put on my helmet and fasten it on. I effortlessly turn the bike around and drive up to her. “You can play with her, but not too much. Don't do anything my Dad will notice.” I say before zooming off.
Since Mum died, I have not been home before midnight. Dad ordered me to come home yesterday just so I could meet his new mistress and her slutty daughter. I don't know what's more annoying. That he kept changing women like socks or that he finally married one of them?
When he told me he is legally married to a Bimbo, it was like hitting me with a sledgehammer. Why would he do something like that? I know I was angry when he started changing partners constantly, but that didn't mean that I wanted him to get married. Though he inherited the company from his parents, Mum was the brain behind its success. She literally brought it back from the brick of death. Now another woman and her stupid daughter are going to make the home my Mum made their own. They are going to spend her money like they worked for it? I can't accept this. I really can't. I hate Dad so much…
I am so lost in thought and can't explain how I made it to Stealth, the bar where my bullbikers gang hangs out.The slight guilt I felt towards Mia is gone and the familiar slow burning rage that's been sizzling the edges of my sanity since Mum died, is back. It feels more comfortable than guilt. Mia doesn't deserve my pity. She is the daughter of a w***e who is stealing my Mum’s money.
“Jeremy, over here!” Mark, one of my friends, calls out from across the room.
Mark, Job, and Kelvin are at a VIP seat, already drinking. There are two pretty girls attending to them. I walk over, grab one of the bottles and start gulping it down. It's a bottle of red wine but it's so chilled that it instantly numbs my throat and makes my head clang. My throat tightens on impact and I nearly choke. I forcefully bear the sting, suppressing it with a few low grunts.
“Easy man. What's wrong with you?” Job pat me on the back.
“What else?” Mark chuckles. “His Dad brought a new one home. The girl is pretty though.”
“Really?” Job raises his left eyebrow in curiosity. He makes a lewd face and licks his lips. “Can we see her pictures, Jeremy?”
Taking a deep breath, I place the bottle on the table and try to clear my throat with minimal noise. “No. He married her.”
“What?”
“Mr Richard married a grade 11 student? Is that even possible?” Kelvin gaps.
“No, stupid. That's Mia, her daughter.”
“Oh.” The boys sound disappointed.
“She is pretty though.” Mark repeats.
“Can we see your Mum's pictures?” Job smirks.
Clenching my hands, I take another deep breath. This lewd bastard is getting on my nerves. Can't blame him though. I have always stolen pictures of my Dad's girls and shared them with the boys. They weren't explicit pictures or anything privately taken, but they were sexy enough to make the boys drool and daydream.
This time around, I had no time to gather pictures because the marriage came out of nowhere. I had no warning, no inclination. Dad just returned from a trip, told me he was married while away and I should be home to welcome his new wife and daughter on a set date. I was completely blindsided.
“What about Olivia? She will not like this. A girl is living with you? Olivia will be livid.” Kelvin chuckles.
“She's already struck.” Mark brings out his phone and opens a video tab. “ This afternoon at the canteen. She tripped the girl.”
I snatch the phone from his and watch the short clip. Mia was drenched in soup and her eyes were trembling like she could cry at any time. Though I heard about this incident, I didn't care until now. I start feeling guilty again, so I return the phone and pour myself a glass of wine.
The boys watch the video and laugh at Olivia's antics.
“Why do you let her do this, Jeremy? It's not like you like her.” Job snorts. “I find her very distasteful. I can't stand her at all.”
“Are you really going to let her treat your Stepsis like this…?”
“Shut the f**k up.” As if stuck by lightning, I spring to my feet. “She is not my sister!” I scream at him. The rage I have been suppressing threatens to escape my grip.
“Hey, what's wrong with you?” The boys also get to their feet, trying to escape the overturned bottles and glasses of wine.
They don't.
They all get splashed and for some reason, seeing their stained shirts, I feel awfully better.
“Serves you right!” I growl, grab my bike key and storms off.
“What is wrong with him?” I hear Job snarl, but I don't turn around. I just keep walking.
When I get to my bike, I mount it and aimlessly race around the city, not wanting to go home.
Is that even still home?
Do I have a place there?
With them?
It feels so weird and wrong.
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