Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

KASMINE.

I'd been living a sad, dejected life for the past week, wandering through the wreckage of my life.

Maybe I was irrational for shutting Kester out. Maybe I was ever stupid for not believing him when he said he had nothing to do with Blaine's death.

A part of me really wanted to believe him, but, knowing Kester, that was one of his signature solutions to problems. He doesn't reason with threats. He just... Erases them.

I asked for space, and he respected it. I hadn't seen him for the past three days now, especially after hearing that Norlan regained consciousness yesterday. He'd spent the whole of yesterday at the hospital, only dashing back to the house to get a change of clothes before running off again.

Lucky him... His bestfriend survived. Mine didn't.

Claire's funeral was set to take place in two days and I'd been praying to the Moon Goddess to give me the strength to be in attendance. I was too heartbroken and guilty to feel like I had any right to stand beside her casket, let alone say goodbye.

I missed her. God, I missed her so much it felt like breathing glass.

Knock. Knock.

The sound snapped me out of my misery. I slowly sat up on the bed, placing my palm on my forehead as if it could calm the wicked ache I felt in my skull.

"Come in," I said, wincing a little.

The door pushed open and I saw Mum walk in.

"Not again, Mum. I told you my stance already. I will not reject him. Quit trying," I rolled my eyes, flopping back against the pillows.

Since I returned home after Claire's death, Mum had made it a point of duty to pester me on the matter of my bond with Kester. Every conversation we've had was just a new version of the same push - reject him, reject him, reject him.

I was already getting scared of eating or drinking anything in this house. I kept second-guessing everything offered to me, to avoid being fed with abortion pills unknowingly.noveldrama

I hated this. I hated being this paranoid. And even more, I hated her for making me feel like I h

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"No, baby. That's not why I am here," she said, her words coming a little rushed, "Here," she handed her phone over to me, "Someone is on the phone. He wants to speak with you."

narrowed my brows, sitting up again, "Who is it?"

"Here. Talk to him," She shoved the phone into my hand.

My thumb hovered over the screen before I finally pressed it to my ear.

"Hello?" I croaked, watching my inum walk out of the room.

There was a pause before I heard a familiar voice, "Hey, Kasmine

Afy heart skipped a beat.

Oh, God.

I didn't know why I instantly felt this way. Perhaps it was gullt. Or sadness. Maybe even pity.

But something inside me dro

and I hated how it made my breath catch.

"Jake," I whispered. That was all I could manage.

Another pause followed.

"How are you, babe?" He asked ever so softly as if sounding firmer than that could shatter me.

I hesitated before murmuring, "I'm fine."

I pressed a hand to my chest. It suddenly hurt to breathe.

hadn't called Jake after the night at

the motel: I was too busy trying to

survive and putting myself first.

but because I had treated someone who once meant so much to me like they had

never even mattered in the

And now, I felt like a monster. And it

wasn't because I didn't still care for

him no. I actually did, in a strange,

faded,

broken way first place.

He had loved me so hard and pure, even when he shouldn't have. And I just went

cold on him just like that.

"I heard about Claire,” Jake said

softly, cutting into my thoughts. His

voice cracked a little. “God,

Kasmine... I'm so sorry. can't even

believe it. She was... she was

amazing. I was devastated when I

heard.”

Chapter Comments

Kerryn Day-Francis

oh Kasmine... you wouldn't be you if you didn't make the dumb call. lol

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