To Hate My Stepbrother

Mason’s POV

Driving back home late at night, I got inside to see Aisha and her son having dinner and I looked around for Ava but just like this morning before I left, she wasn’t in sight.

“Daddy.” The boy called, running to me to hug me but I moved away slightly so he wouldn’t be able to touch me.

I hated the fact that I had to treat the little boy like that but I was even more shocked at the way they’d made themselves comfortable in a house that’s not even theirs.

Did she tell her son to call me ‘dad’?

Looking up, I finally saw Ava and I was a little bit relieved but I also couldn’t miss the shocked look on her face.

Her eyes were wide in shock and her mouth opened, she’d frozen in her tracks when she heard the little boy call me his father.

I caught the sight of the single tear that dropped from her eyes as she turned and hurriedly made her way back to her room. Getting away from the sitting room, I followed her to her bedroom.

The sight I got to see was one I thought we were past already, she was packing her bags and just stuffing things into her bag.

The last time I saw this was when I’d messed up by not answering her question and now it’s happening again because of this woman and little boy in my house.

I have no idea who they are but all my efforts to explain it to her proved futile since she wouldn’t even listen to me or hear a single thing that came out of my mouth.

“I… I just can’t do this, I can’t.” She stuttered, sniffing and cleaning her tears as she packed her bags. My chest clenched and I have no idea what I would do with my life if she left.

“Ava.” I called softly, I dared not touch her because I just couldn’t bring myself to.

“I can’t do this, I need some time and breathing space. I need to be able to process all of this,” she continued, her breathing had become fast and she’s perspiring now.

“Give me the space I need.” She added as she packed the last set of clothes and picked up her bag to leave the house.

She’s leaving.

Like a coward, I just stood there unable to stop her from leaving. I watched as she left and the moment she stepped out of the house I felt a really big hole in my heart.

I can’t live my life without her.

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Devastated, I turned away from them to send a text to my friends. I told them that Ava left already and they did all they could to try and console me but I only want her back in my life.

Nothing would make any sense to me if she doesn’t come back here.

Getting into my room, I started pulling off my clothes. It was taking everything in me to not cry like a little baby over Ava’s absence.

Laying on my bed, I kept my eyes open as it got darker and the night grew deeper. I was still staring and thinking about Ava when I heard a loud thunderstorm.

Jumping out of my bed, I looked out of the window to see that it was raining really hard and all I could think about was how Ava might be having a panic attack now.

She’s scared of the rain and it would kill her if she’s out there under it but because of all of this rubbish going on in my house, I can’t bring her back home.

Leaving my bedroom, I went to the sitting room pacing around in fear of how Ava might be doing under the rain and in anger of this mysterious woman in my house.

Trying to think of the next step, I felt a hand on my shoulder and I turned at once to see Aisha smiling at me, my stomach churned and I felt a surge of anger run through my veins.

“I made dinner for you.” She announced and my mouth dropped open. Who the hell does she think she is?

“What?” I scoffed, running my fingers through my hair as I continued pacing but stopped abruptly, “who the fuck do you think you are to tell me you prepared dinner for me?” I asked and she only smiled.

Her smile caused me to be even angrier because why on earth is she in my house like she has a right to be there.

“What do you mean, Mason? It’s because I care…..”

“Don’t you fucking dare complete that statement,” I yelled, not caring if there was a child in the house, “I want you out of my house by tomorrow morning because everything happening right now is your damn fault.” I blamed her.

“Oh really? You don’t seem to think that when you were making a baby with me!” She retorted and I snickered.

“How am I even so sure I’m the father of the child and you’re not just done cheap prostitute that opens her legs for money and let crackheads fuck but try to find a decent guy to push the child on?!” I shot back at her.

What I’d just said to get was mean but I didn’t care because it was all her fault.

“You slept with me, you got me pregnant and now you’re being mean to me?!” She said, her voice breaking before she fell into a full swing wail.

I couldn’t stand there and watch her cry. Ignoring her, I walked away back to my bedroom and tried to call Ava.

Dialed her number multiple times and it was ringing but she didn’t pick up.