Her Stepbrother (Love Triangle)

Chapter - 12

Chelsea

These past seven days flew by quickly. I enjoyed the time alone at Kevin’s family waterfront beach house. I haven’t spoken to anybody since I have been here.

Admittedly, I have been drinking myself into a drunken stupor every night, drowning in heartbreak battling this undecided war of how I’m going to handle things.

Unquestionably, Jason is a persistent prick who consistently calls my cell phone regularly. If Jason isn’t calling, he’s texting me.

I have received a substantial amount of text messages from Jason that I cannot keep track of them. Or his mood swings.

One minute, Jason demands I’m his and he will cherish me forever. However, in the same breath, he’s cursing at me for kissing Kevin.

Deliberately, I have ignored every message Jason has sent, precisely because he’s even threatened to kiss another female and send me a picture, so I can feel the same way he does.

The primary reason I have ignored Jason is solely that I wasn’t ready to deal with our problems. Therefore, I choose the easy way out.

I accepted what I did was wrong, and with every day that has passed, I regret it more. Especially, because I regret I have troubled Kevin and that’s the last thing I wished to do.

On top of already feeling remorseful, Jason hasn’t stopped throwing things in my face through text messages. In every other message, Jason mentions the kiss Kevin and I shared.

Arguably, it’s relatively complicated avoiding Jason and not responding to his messages as I felt the desire to defend myself. However, I cannot tolerate Jason manipulating me into believing that kissing Kevin gives him a free pass.

My stubbornness doesn’t want Jason to believe I care about what he does after he’s hurt me. Threatening to kiss a female is only making our present situation considerably complicated.

Clearly, Jason needs to realize we were both wrong and accept his part in it to see if we have a chance of remaining a couple.

Undoubtedly, there is no way to sugarcoat the secrets and lies we have created.

Ultimately, we will have to deal with our problems because if we don’t, they will continue to hang over our heads.

Again, my phone rings, wrenching me from my thoughts. I suspected it would be Jason calling me, however, I don’t recognize the number. “Hello” I answer, suspiciously.

“I know you don’t like me, Chelsea, but please don’t hang up on me.” The woman’s voice seems desperate.

“Who is this?” I question.

“It’s Lori.” I remain quiet. Indeed, she’s right, and I couldn’t agree with her more. I despise her, and I have a good reason to hate her. I doubt I’ll ever be capable of forgiving her.

Lori clears her throat before speaking. “Jason is doing terrible since you left him. He’s going to parties or bars every night and drinking himself senseless. Every night, I receive a call from one of his friends, telling me he needs a ride since he is too drunk to drive. He’s a mess, Chelsea.”

“I’m a mess also, Lori. I’ve been dealing with my problems since I left your son, and it hasn’t been easy for me, considering I’m alone without a shoulder to lean on.” I explain.

Lori voices softly. “He’s upset with himself for upsetting you. The two of you had a bond I didn’t think could break. Please don’t make my son pay the consequences for a decision your father and I made. Jason fought us tooth and nail, but your father and I wouldn’t bend, Chelsea. Please don’t hate my son. I can handle your hatred. Jason cannot.” Immediately, my heart shatters. I might not like my stepmother. However, I love her son.

I guess I have avoided our problems long enough. Time started ticking again. I cannot run and hide anymore. “Where is Jason at now?” I ask.

“He’s at Steven’s house,” Lori replies. Steven is one of Jason’s classmates, who throws parties practically every night of the week.

“I’ll pick him up, Lori.” I breathe into the phone.

“Thank you, Chelsea. Before you hang up, I need you to understand when Jason learned it was your father I was dating, he refused to accept it. Still, to this day, my son doesn’t approve of my marriage. My relationship tore my son to pieces as he said he was caught in the middle and scared of losing you. My son loves you more than he loves himself.” She mumbles into the phone, “This breakup is tearing my son apart. I hope you can forgive him.”

I inhale and exhale deeply. “I’ll pick up Jason and make sure he’s safe,” I whisper softly, not wanting to make friends with her, also not wanting her to worry about her son.

Regardless of what Jason and I were going through, we were friends first, and I cannot leave him to rot in misery alone.

He’s not the only one suffering, though, so am I.

I’m at a beach house and have yet been to the beach. I have moped around miserably since Kevin left.

I knew being alone would make my problems harder to deal with, though I couldn’t ask Kevin to stick around and continue tugging at his heartstrings. Especially when my heart is too weak and realized I would eventually cave.

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Arriving at Steven’s house, forcefully, I push my way through the crowd of drunks. Stopping at the bar, I fill a plastic cup with vodka and orange juice and drink it while skimming my eyes through the overcrowded room looking for Jason.

Directly, I spot Jason sitting on a wooden stool by the pool table.

Additionally, I acknowledge the female dancing next to him, swaying her midsection from side to side. Another inch to the left, and she would have her ass in Jason’s face. Shockingly, Jason is staring straight ahead, by no means giving the female any of his attention.

Jason appears to be lost in thoughts, soulless, and expressionless while he sips his ‘Bacardi Rum’ straight from the liquor bottle dazing at the pool table.

Gradually, I stroll toward him, unclear of how to react or unsure of how to communicate with him.

Once I approach him, he chokes on his drink.

Without communicating, Jason continues to stare at me. While Jason examines me, I observe him noticing his once smooth face is unshaven, though the beard looks seductive on him.

Promptly, Jason rubs at his tired eyes. “Am I dreaming?” He says more to himself. “Are you really here, Chelsea?”

“I’m here,” I mumble as I glimpse at the b***h that’s still shaking her ass too close to him for my liking. “Why are you doing this to yourself, Jason?” I question.

Jason snickers crudely. “You did this Chelsea. Not me. You f*****g left me after you promised you wouldn’t.” He stretches his arm out and traces my lips harshly with his thumb. “Did you think it was amusing to send me that message and not reply to none of mine?” He questions sharply.

Instead of giving me a chance to reply, he draws the girl that is dancing next to him onto his lap. Rashly, Jason crushes his lips against hers and kisses her.

The f****d up part is, he keeps his eyes on me the entire f*****g time he slips his tongue inside the girl’s mouth.

My eyes wander to the girl, and I realize the b***h is Jessica.

What is it about this girl that makes all the guys want her?

Perhaps this is Jason’s way of seeking revenge. Or maybe, it’s Karma. Either way, I don’t f*****g care because I refuse to remain here and watch him kiss her.

Alas, I wanted to help him, and talk to him about our problems. I refuse to tolerate him purposely being an asshole and disrespecting me.

Unfortunately, my anger doesn’t contain my heartache. As the tears build in my eyes, jealousy saturates my heart, forcing me to look away from the scene unfolding in front of me.

Jason just ripped my heart out and stomped on it. Stubbornly, I refuse to give him my eyes and allow him to see the hurt he has caused me.

My feelings are getting the best of me while I run toward the door, leaving Jason to do whatever he pleases with Jessica.

“Whoa there.” Some guy roars over the moment as I collide with his torso.

“Kevin?” I shriek, taken by surprise.

“What are you doing here?” Kevin questions. His right eyebrow shot up as confusion crosses his features.

Spontaneously, I grabbed Kevin’s face, attempting to kiss him. Before my lips could feel Kevin’s tender lips against mine, I’m yanked from behind.

I recognize those arms clutching me are Jason’s. Although his hold on me is secure, I still attempt to wiggle myself free, craving to get even with Jason.

Immediately, Kevin takes hold of my arm, realizing I’m trying to free myself from Jason’s hold.

Jason refuses to let go. Therefore, I’m being pulled in two separate directions. “Stop,” I holler. “You’re hurting me.” I lie.

Immediately, Kevin and Jason release me. “I’m not a f*****g jump rope. So, stop playing tug a war with me.”

“You’re coming home with me,” Jason snarls.

“f**k you.” I yell as I shove at his chest, “Go back to kissing Jessica!” I spin to leave and notice a girl standing by Kevin.

The girl slips me a curious glance as she stands on her tiptoes, and places a kiss on Kevin’s cheek, “Are you ready to party, baby?” She asks Kevin, loudly.

Kevin immediately pushes her away. “Are you good, Chelsea?”

The girl locks her arms with Kevin as she slides me a guarded look.

I guess some things will never change. “Don’t worry about me, Kevin. Enjoy the party.” I gesture toward the girl, who is now rubbing Kevin’s chest. “She seems a little desperate.”

“Did you expect me to wait forever?” Kevin quizzes, placing his arm around the girl’s shoulder, tormenting me.

“I never expected you to wait at all,” I answer truthfully. Admittedly, seeing the girl kiss Kevin’s cheek did something to me, though it didn’t anger me the way it had when I just witnessed Jason kiss Jessica.

Jason wraps his arms around me from behind, whispering sharply in my ear, “If you don’t come willingly, I’ll make a f*****g scene and throw you over my shoulders.” Jason lowers his head to my neck, softly breathing me in. “You’re not leaving until we talked, Chelsea.”

“Here, Kevin.” I hand Kevin his car keys, realizing I have to drive Jason home tonight.

Ignoring Kevin, and his new f**k toy for the night, I turn around in Jason’s arms, placing my palms on his muscular pecks. “You’re too drunk to carry me.” I challenge.

Roughly, Jason scoops me in his arms and tosses me over his shoulder. I don’t fight him for fear he will drop me.

Jason walks out of Steven’s house, straight to his car with me on his shoulder, not faltering once.

Reaching Jason’s car, he lazily launches me into the back seat, settling me on my back, throwing one leg over the back seat, and climbing between my legs. “Did you f**k Kevin, Chelsea?”

And here the jealousy begins. “f**k you, Jason. You kissed that b***h right in front of me, knowing how I feel about her.” I push at his shoulders until he slumps to the side.

“How’s it feel?” He asks, settling himself over me, and bringing his lips to mine.

I dodge his kiss, not wanting to taste Jessica on him. “Don’t kiss me while you have that whores salvia fresh in your mouth.”

Jason climbs to his knees and lifts my skirt over my waist. I really need to wear underwear, so Jason won’t have easy access. “You’re jealous. Now, you understand how I feel.” He proclaims, sliding his fingers up and down my slit, attempting to tease me, “Did you f**k him, Chelsea?”

I’m incapable of disregarding the sensations I’m feeling from his fingers as he roughly tickles my c******s. “Answer me, Chelsea.”

“f**k you,” I moan while rotating my hips in circles, thirsting for more. My body has missed Jason as much as my heart has. Though, I refuse to admit it to him.

Jason flips me, palms on the back seat, knees bent, back arched. Jason strikes my ass roughly. “Ouch,” I shriek.

“Answer me, Chelsea,” Jason demands, smacking my ass cheek, harshly.

“No.” I moan, squirming, desiring more.

Jason locates my hole, rams his d**k inside me, and f***s my p***y, harshly without compassion. “f**k me, Jason. Oh, yes.” I moan, biting down on my bottom lip

Again Jason smacks my ass, roughly caressing my ass cheek, soothing the burning sensations. “Answer me, Chelsea.” He roars while teasing my c******s brutally, as he continues pushing his c**k in and out of my v****a.

“No, I didn’t f**k him.” I wail as I push my ass backward, demanding more.

Jason slides his c**k out, flips me around on my back, climbs between my legs, and enters me slowly, panting heavily, as he moves his waist slowly.

“Open your eyes, and look at me, Chelsea,” Jason commands as he sucks my n****e into his mouth.

“No,” I moan while digging my nails down his back.

“Please,” He begs.

Emotions are high as I lock my eyes with his. His tears drop on my face. “I love you, Chelsea, so f*****g much.” He attempts to entwine his lips with mine.

Quickly, I turn my face to the side and give him my neck. Without hesitation, he sucks my neck hard, marking me, “I’ll never let you go, Chelsea.” He whispers. “I missed you so f*****g much.” He admits while his fingers work magic on my c******s.

His lips continue to kiss me everywhere, excluding my mouth. Within seconds, I’m shaking, and my toes curl as the pleasure trickles through my body.

Jason continues thrusting until he’s filled me with his love juice. Before he pulls out, he tries to kiss me. Again, I dodge his lips.

Looking up at him, tears slip out of my eyes as emotions are too heavy for me to carry. Jason licks my tear away and relaxes his forehead against mine. “I cannot imagine my life without you, Chelsea. We have to figure out a way to work through this.”

Jason had mentioned in one of the text messages he had sent, that his house was now livable and begged me to come back to him. “I’ll go to your house and talk to you, Jason, but I’m leaving first thing in the morning.”

His eyes become dark as he wordlessly strokes his thumb over my lips.

I guess he is imagining Kevin’s lips on mine. Probably the same way, I keep replaying him kissing that skank w***e. Luckily for Jason, he didn’t watch me kiss Kevin.

Hastily, Jason climbs to his knees, straightens my skirt, and adjusts my top.

Carefully, he slides out of the car, takes me with him, and places me in the front seat. After he buckles me in, he presses his lips to my cheek and keeps them there while he breathes me in.

Inside, I fight the impulse to kiss him, hug him, and tell him how much I love him and want nothing more than to spend my life with him. Unfortunately, anger consumes me, and I remain quiet for the car ride to Jason’s house.

I close my eyes and willingly allow my tears to drip. I realize we’re caught in the eye of the storm, waiting for hell to break loose.