Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Step brother wants me: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

Aldrich Timber I never thought someone else, another girl would disrupt my mind, or would fight with Chelsea for a space in my head until I met her. Rochelle had been popping up too much in my head since we had lunch together the previous day. Lately, I had anything, or anyone to blame for whatever misfortune I found myself in, but I didn't know what or who to blame for thinking about Rochelle in this manner. When Chelsea disappeared, I blamed myself, blamed the universe, blamed her father and blamed my mother, just to help me keep sane on the fact that I hadn't set my eyes on her for a very long time. When the accident with Rochelle happened, I blamed the alcohol, I blamed Chelsea for going MIA, then I blamed the victim for forcing herself on me. But now that I was thinking so much about this girl, I had nothing or no one to blame. “We can still put the blame on Chelsea for not being found, and the universe for sending her your way

Aldrich Timber I could feel the sensation that I was building slowing coming down from its high place when I heard the sound of her voice. Oh God! Why are you punishing me like this? I thought I agreed with the universe that I was going to forget about this girl!I pretended not to have heard her since I didn't turn around. I collected another shot of the alcohol, downing it in one single go.Can she just disappear so I can enjoy my alcohol in peace?I thought my silent prayers had been answered when I didn't hear her voice for another few seconds. I even thought I was hallucinating, that I might have imagined hearing her voice, until she spoke again.“Aldrich….” She tested my name in her mouth. It was the first time she had called me by my name, she had always referred to me as ‘stranger’, and boy did it sound fucking sexy in her mouth?Fuck! I'm totally done for!I ignored her again, hoping that she would ta

Aldrich Timber “Is that a yes?” She asked as we pulled apart from each other. I didn't want to admit it, infact, I hate to admit it, but the kiss felt really good and I wanted more than just a kiss. I have never fought so many battles in my mind like I was right now, but all I knew was that the side that wanted to push this further was winning. That part was pushing Chelsea to the darkest part of my mind, and I was doing nothing to stop that. She had a light hopeful smile on her face as she maintained my gaze. Her blue eyes were the most beautiful set of blue eyes I had ever come across, and it was gradually pulling me in. I took my glass of alcohol off the table and downed the remaining content. “Let's take this somewhere else.” Did I just say that?I got up from my seat, ready to make my way out of the club. She stood up also, grabbed her purse off the bar table and followed closely behind me. As the cold night a

Chelsea Engels I don't know how long I've in here, or how long I've been locked in here since there was no measure of time here. I've remained in what felt like chains, unable to move, unable to speak, unable to do anything but wail in my mind. For God knows how long, I've known nothing but complete darkness, yearning for the day I would see the blinding rays of light. Each time I tried to move, tried to break free from whatever was keeping me confined, I got pulled in deeper, where the darkness was worse. What is going on?Where am I?How long do I have to remain in here for? Is someone else like me out there?These questions kept running through my mind every second of every minute I remained here. Am I perhaps dead and I've been thrown into hell?Maybe our vision of hell as a burning place was wrong and it was just a dark abyss where you would be trapped in your own thought, lonely. Again, after the mill

Chelsea Engels “Who are you?” I asked with a confused expression as I stared at the strange man. He had a confused look on his face as he stared at me, slowly approaching me.“Stop playing games with me Chelsea, why would you ask me who I am?” He asked, the confused look, gradually being clouded by an angry one.Why is he suddenly angry? And how does he know my name?“How do you know my name?” I voiced out the thought, staring at him cautiously as he approached me.“Of course I know your name. It's me Mark……” He was saying, but he paused, the skin on his forehead squeezing together in a frown.“.....don't tell me you don't recognise me.” “It's not that I don't recognise you. I don't know who you are, I've never met you in my entire life.” I said to him in nothing but pure honesty. I watched him as his eyes widened in shock, and as if he was staring at a ghost, he bolted out of the door, shouting the doctor's