All Chapters of Step Brother: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Amber's P.O.V "What do you mean that he's moving in with us? I get that you’re marrying Dave but that doesn’t mean that Jack has to move in too. YOU KNOW I HATE HIM yet you still choose to make me live with him" I yell with anger clearly laced in my voice "watch your language young lady, now Jack is a nice boy and you will be nice when he comes and starts to unpack, understood?" She says, being very stern with me. "I wish I moved in with Dad! He's so much better than you!" I snap back at her. "Amber!" She gasps. The hurt from my words was clear in her eyes, causing me to immediately feel satisfied. "Fuck off!" I say, storming back to my room before slamming the door. I could hear her call my name but I didn't care about anything she had to say. So, I instead plug my phone up to my speaker and blast the music knowing that it would piss her off. "Amber, I was calling you!" She says, barging her way

Amber's P.O.V Walking away, I immediately turn to flick her off before making my way back into my room. God, I can't stand her!Why did she have to be my mom out of all people?There are over 6 billion people in this world and I just had to get her. "You’re such a bitch." I hear Jack say from behind me. I turn around at the sound of his voice to see him leaning against my door frame. "You think I don't already know that?" I question as I place a piece of gum into my mouth. "You know you made her cry, right?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. I honestly couldn't help but laugh.The bitch cried, wow she's so pathetic. "Why are you laughing?" He questions somewhat harshly. "How can you not laugh? Gosh, she's pathetic." I say trying to contain my laughter. "She's pathetic? Look at you. You're the one who's pathetic." He says, scoffing at me as he shakes his head before w

Amber's P.O.V "Teach me a lesson? What do you mean?" I ask, looking up at him with curiosity. He doesn’t respond and instead continues to guide me up the stairs, causing my anxiety to spike along with my excitement. I follow close behind him, seeing as I had no idea where I was going in this huge and foreign house. We soon come across an empty room having Sam quickly pull me into it before closing and locking the door behind us. I stand there awkwardly, desperately waiting for him to do or say something. "Take your clothes off." He says while looking down at me with a serious expression. Wow, that’s it? He’s not going to kiss me? Or call me beautiful ? Do I need to do something more to impress him? "And if I don't?" I ask while stepping towards him, trying my hardest to be sexy and seductive. I have no idea what I’m doing, I’ve only ever seen this type of stuff in the movies. I hope I’m

Amber's P.O.V "Jack please just go away I'm not in the mood." I sniffle as I try to hide the tears that were streaming down my face. Jack looks around my room, noticing all the glass and clothes scattered around the floor along with the fresh holes that were punched into the wall. "What the fuck did you do?" He asked referring to my room. "Jack, please just go away." I ask as I wince in pain from my now bloody and bruised hand. The other figure that I was not able to see chuckles deeply before stepping forward. Sam? Why is he here? It’s bad enough that I have to deal with Jack's bullshit but I really don’t want to have to put up with him too. "You really that mad at me baby ?" He asks in an incredibly condescending tone. "Come on, don’t be mad. You still look so sexy, just forget about what happened, I can make it up to you." He says while looking my body up and down with a sense of desire. "Jack, why is he here?

Ambers P.O.V "Amber, finally. You’ve been in there for so long.” Mia exclaims as I take my seat down next to her. "Sorry. My bad.” I say with a shrug as I shove a few Sour Patch Kids in my mouth. "Yeah, well I just checked my Twitter page and- uh…have you been on there recently?" She asks, lifting her eyebrow at me as she appears to be slightly puzzled. My expression immediately changes, having me grow extremely concerned as I begin to remember everything people were saying about me on that app last night. "No." I say as I slowly pull out my phone before opening the Twitter app. Instant regret immediately rose in my chest as my Notifications center was filled with five hundred plus comments filled with hate. With every comment that I read, my self-esteem seemed to drop lower and lower. As I continue to scroll through all of the nasty words directed towards me, I find myself stopping as two comments in particula