Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates Chapter 179-His Turn!

Helanie:

I sat in the backseat while he loaded my bag in the trunk. I had only one bag, and it wasn’t even heavy, but he was acting weird and grabbed the bag out of my hand.

Once he sat in the driver’s seat and started driving, I began to relax a bit in the backseat.

"Ahem!" he cleared his throat, making a shiver run up my spine.

"What do you eat for breakfast?" he asked, fixing the rear view mirror to keep an eye on .

"Anything. I am not picky," I replied, and he nodded his head.

"Tell sothing. Did your father love your mother?" As he asked that question, I couldn’t help but recall my ti with them when they were married. I was very little, but I do rember them fighting a lot.

"I guess," I shrugged, not sure.

It seed like there was also so stress between them. Whenever my father would co ho late or drunk and my mother was angry at him, he would just give her this look, and she would instantly feel guilty.

"May I ask you sothing?" Without waiting for him to respond, I proceeded to ask him, "When did my mother co to live with you guys?" I was not sure what happened to her after I returned ho and picked my dad.

I just know I was six at that ti, and then my mother was just gone. She disappeared and never even contacted back.

"We were little. It had been so years," he cleared his throat while answering. Since we were talking, and the car ride was about a few hours, I realized it was better than silence that we spoke about stuff that wasn’t too personal but also engaging.

"Why are you the way you are?" I bit my tongue the minute I asked him that question. I was not supposed to ask him anything personal.

"Describe the way I am." However, he gave a chance to correct my mistake.

"Umm, very determined. Umm, the one who doesn’t smile much and is always focused on work. Soone who is overprotective of his brothers and doe—" As I continued to sugarcoat my thoughts of him, he intervened to get to the point.

"Be honest."

I sighed and uttered, "A bitch! You are a bitch most of the ti."

I expected him to yell at , ask to get out, or even call different slurs, but instead, I watched him let out a little snort almost before he fixed his posture.

"I am this way and will remain this way," he stated.

I nodded, thankful that topic was over, and I’m guessing it was his turn to ask questions now.

"What is going on with the students of your class? There is so drama going on, and I keep hearing about it from my people," he uttered, making slide to the edge of the seat and fold my arms over the passenger seat while looking at him.

"There has been so mate drama going on, that’s all. Typical teenage stuff," I replied.

Now that it was my turn, I asked him, "What people? You have people spying on us?"

He let out a little louder scoff this ti, shaking his head. "I do. It is important to know what my students are up to."

"What is the deal between you and your mother?" he questioned.

"Uhh! She hates because I didn’t pick her when I was a kid. And then my father proved that I had made the wrong pick," I shrugged.

It was ti he gave us a nod. "Why did you pick your father?"

Now that it beca a little too personal, I leaned back, looking outside the window of the car.

This question was a little hard for to answer, but I knew exactly why I had to pick my father.

Flashback:

"You little piece of shit! Can’t you sit in silence?" he yelled, his green eyes narrowed at and his hand raised to hit twice. The first ti had left quite a mark on my cheek.

So this ti, I instantly put my hands on my cheek to stop him from hitting . He was my mother’s boyfriend. I don’t understand why he had to co live with us. Ever since my mother divorced my dad and we moved out, we were doing well until she started dating again.

And John was the worst man ever. He didn’t work or do anything. He would sit and watch movies the whole day. When my mom would leave for work, he would yell at , hit , and even break my toys. And once my mom would co back ho, he would tell her that I had been a difficult child.

I was scared of him, and I couldn’t tell my mother anything because John told that he could hear our thoughts and that if I even thought about telling my mom anything, he would kill my mom and then make his dog by putting a leash on my neck.

"Now listen, tomorrow, the council will ask you who you want to stay with. And if you don’t pick your dad, I will do worse things imaginable to you. Rember, you will grow up here with , I will be the only one who makes your decisions, and then I will sell you to so old man to beco his dog," he warned , his finger wagging at my face.

I was not happy here.

He had killed my cat last week and told my mother I did it. My mother was nice, but she was upset that I had hard an innocent animal. She didn’t hit or yell at , but she did ground to teach a lesson to be kinder and gentler to others.

End of flashback.

That’s when I made the decision to go back with my dad. John had threatened to kill my mother if I didn’t pick my father, the very next day before I was going to make a decision.

I was a child who didn’t want her mother or anyone else to die. I didn’t know that man was bluffing when he talked about killing or my mother and also that he could hear my thoughts.

"We are here," Norman’s announcent shocked . I couldn’t believe I had been lost in my thoughts for so long.