Owned by My MC Stepbroter

Chapter3

This is when I turned to look at her, she was laughing. Hard and loud, throwing her head back in hysterics. I couldn’t believe that she found it funny. I thought she would tell me off and was waiting for us to get inside to give me a peace of her mind. Or even worse tell me to get out of her life. Instead she was flicking her curls back and trying to contain her laughter.

“You should have –“

I just looked at her, rage was still pouring through my veins at the events that had just taken place. We were far from gold diggers. I knew it, mom knew and so did the twins. They said the one that they knew would get my blood boiling and it worked.

My hand was hurting me. I was glad my little golfwas an automatic. So, I didn’t need to be changing the gear much

with my bruised hand from smacking Kevin Evans round the face. Well, there was one thing for sure. It shut him up. I left

before I even heard him say one more word about us. I noticed that he never said anything. In fact Alex stopped following us. Which was a good thing. One thing for sure, we all needed our spaces right now. Well, I did anyway.

“Mom, you don’t need that. Why marry into a family that are going to treat you like that? Dad would –“ she stopped

laughing as I hit a nerve. We hadn’t talked about dad in years. Since she started dating Alex he hadn’t been mentioned at all.

The first year of dad’s death was hard. So, hard for both of us. We couldn’t get over the fact that he complained about his headache for days and then within a week, we found out that he had a brain tumor and died.

Dad was always complaining about something. His neck if he spent too long in the same position watching a game. His eyes if he had to spend a few hours on the Net. His legs if we had to walk more than five minutes from where he parked the car to the entrance of the restaurant. So, when he said he had a headache. I never heard him the first time, because there was always something. The second day, mom told him to take ibuprofen and on the third day he kept on taking it. He said it helped a bit, but on the fourth day, he said he could hardly think straight. His head felt as if someone had bashed it with a bat several times during the night.

This was when we learnt the truth. That it was more than a headache and he had a few days left. All the aches and pains that he had experienced for years could have helped with the diagnosis, but he had dismissed them as the joys of being in his fifties. They were more than that and as the days flew by like the wind. We soon discovered that we could no longer enjoy his laughter or anything else. He was dead.

I cried so much at first. I was the typical daddy ´s girl. He was a geek like me and loved to do the odd equation. I used to love getting the Sunday papers and us sitting down and trying to beat each other at Sudoku. We used to have the odd nights at Scrabble, he would always win and I would never give up trying to beat him. That was the beauty of him, having someone on the same level as me. Mom used to be the kind ofperson that never got it. I used to wonder how they got together. The love was there, but their interests were worlds apart.

My dad who used to tuck me in my bed at night and promise me that he would let me win the next, Sudoku puzzle. He never did, he was a typical Weakes always wanting to be first. Even when I was only ten years old. We started playing together from a young age and when he left my world fell apart. He left a big hole in my heart and I found it hard to fill it.

The nights came and went. Mom and I shut the door to the world. She has lost her first love. They had met back in high school and she told me that she had never been swept of her feet by any man the way dad had done. Then, there we were without him. The laughter that used to go through the walls, died. The smile that used to greet me when he beat meat Sudoku, was no longer there. Imissed him and I felt that nothing could surpass that loss, nothing.