Slade: a Stepbrother Romance
“He’d found Kellan. The only problem was that Kellan, evidently, hadn’t wanted to be found.
Not by Slade, at least. Was this really the fruit of my master plan—the knowledge that I would never get my baby brother back?
Everybody changes, I thought, slipping my arms beneath my head. Everybody changes on you.
I sprawled across my bed in the dark, thoughts of all the men in my life dancing through my head. There was my father, who’d treated us like shit and walked out on us. There was my stepfather, the proud, stubborn man who refused to see reason and still envisioned me as some kind of child. There was my little brother, Kellan, who was obviously never going to be the man I’d always thought he would be, one who was happy and well-adjusted and living up to his potential and not on drugs. And then there was Slade, my opportunistic stepbrother who once pumped and dumped me just to settle the grudge he had against my mom.
How much was I to blame in all this?
What was that saying—that ...if you meet a few bad apples a day, they’re the assholes, but if bad apples are all you ever meet, the asshole is you?MoreLess
Not by Slade, at least. Was this really the fruit of my master plan—the knowledge that I would never get my baby brother back?
Everybody changes, I thought, slipping my arms beneath my head. Everybody changes on you.
I sprawled across my bed in the dark, thoughts of all the men in my life dancing through my head. There was my father, who’d treated us like shit and walked out on us. There was my stepfather, the proud, stubborn man who refused to see reason and still envisioned me as some kind of child. There was my little brother, Kellan, who was obviously never going to be the man I’d always thought he would be, one who was happy and well-adjusted and living up to his potential and not on drugs. And then there was Slade, my opportunistic stepbrother who once pumped and dumped me just to settle the grudge he had against my mom.
How much was I to blame in all this?
What was that saying—that ...if you meet a few bad apples a day, they’re the assholes, but if bad apples are all you ever meet, the asshole is you?MoreLess
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