Owned By My Step Brother

CHAPTER 6 - A Fresh Start?

Alice’s Point Of View

“What?” I whispered in shock, my heart sinking immediately.

Reynolds hand dropped from my shoulder and we both stared at each other in shock.

“Your dad is the groom?” I asked calmly, my voice breaking as I spoke.

Reynolds didn't respond but the answer lay in his eyes.

The silence between us was loud and almost overwhelming.

“No,” I whispered in disbelief, turning towards the exit and storming out.

I ran as fast as my legs could and didn't stop running until I got home.

Everything was too confusing for me and I needed some time to breathe but my mother wasn't having any of it.

“Hello Mom,” I said weakly, picking the call on the first ring.

“Where are you?” She asked angrily, sneering at me.

“I'm at home mom,” I said flatly, taking a deep breath, I knew what was coming next.

“How could you embarrass me like that running away from my wedding, do you know…” I cut her off before she could speak any further.

“I don't care,” I said firmly, ending the call and walking straight to my room.

Laying on the bed and finding some quiet, it wasn't long before sleep engulfed me, denying me the chance to process everything that had happened that day.

A loud noise woke me up, making me jerk from the bed and running towards the kitchen.

I stopped mid way, hitting my head on a hard surface.

The shock and pain sent a sharp pain down my spine, making me fall to the ground.

After a while, I looked up to find the big box that had been delivered earlier.

“Damned box,” I cursed angrily, hitting the box with my palm.

I had dropped it carelessly and completely forgot about it.

Taking the box and sitting on my couch, I stared at it for a while before working up the courage to open it.

“Three years,” I whispered softly, running my hand through my hair and letting the tears fall.

I had dated Nick for three years and believed we were going to end up together.

Seeing my mom's failed marriages and how desperately she had begged for love from men that didn't care about her, I swore to be different.

“He actually dumped all of this stuff without a second thought?” I asked in shock, blinking in disbelief.

In the box lay our pictures, the gifts I bought for him and every single one of my belongings that were at his place.

“Why?” I demanded sorrowfully, caressing the picture we took on our first anniversary.

“I did everything,” I whispered weakly, sinking into my sofa.

Because of my accident and everything else, I hadn't felt the pain of Nick's betrayal but now the realization dawned on me.

“I did everything,” I said loudly, taking a deep breath and trying to hold back tears.

I failed to see why things turned out this way because I thought that understanding was the most important thing in a relationship.

My mom had gone for the butterflies and craziness of love but I had gone for a more practical relationship.

I believed it would stand the test of time but clearly I was wrong.

“It's all pointless and stupid,” I said firmly, my sadness turning into rage.

I wasn't going to sit and cry just like my mom had done when her marriages had failed.

I planned to burn all everything and the memories with them.

“I am going to start again and I don't need any of this holding me back,” I said decisively as I picked up the box and walked towards my door.

I was going to trash it all and move on, I was going to be strong.

“What the hell? How did you find me?” I asked in shock, staring at the man in front of me.

It was Reynolds standing outside my door and looking calmly at me.

“You have been crying,” he said quietly, taking the box from my hand.

“Give it back,” I said sharply, trying to snatch the box from him.

As I charged towards him, I lost my footing and felt myself begin to fall.

He caught me mid air, letting go of the box and making its contents spill to the floor.

The feel of his hand against my skin sent shivers down my spine and straight to my now wet panties.

I stared at him longingly, lost in those emerald green eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asked in concern, bringing me from my thoughts.

“I…I am okay,” I said nervously, balancing myself and standing up right.

He did one last check, scanning my body for possible bruises.

Relief flashed in his eyes as he confirmed that I was fine but his hand still lingered in the small of my back.

“Thank you,” I muttered shyly, lowering my eyes to avoid his piercing gaze.

“My goodness,” I whispered nervously, as I bent down and began to pack the contents of the box that had spilled on the ground.

I worked as fast as I could, embarrassment filling my face.

“I…I was going to throw this out,” I said defensively, trying to pick the box up yet again.

“Let me help you,” he whispered softly, a look of relief flashing in his eyes.

It happened so quickly that I assumed I had imagined it.

“Thank you,” I said again, not knowing what else to say.

I stood there for a while admiring the perfect man that stood close to my garbage can before remembering who he was.

It was Reynolds, Reynolds the bully, the one who had tried to kidnap me and ended up being my step brother.

That last thought left a hint of sadness in my heart and I didn't know why.

“I got you some boba,” Reynolds said calmly, opening his car and taking out the cup.

He began to approach me and I immediately panicked, rushing into the house and attempting to slam the door in his face but he was faster using his boots as an obstacle.

“We need to talk darling,” he said in a low but serious tone.