Lo siento mucho por my lack of updates but I was really busy. So yeah, sorry. And I noticed that I gained 4 new followers and now they're 7 but 3 of them don't count because they're my friends so yay. Also the story reached +600 views and I'm pretty happy about that so gracias everyone who is actually reading this book. Read on...

"Wait a minute" That was mom. "You already know Isaac?" she addressed me.

"Yes" Zac-or Isaac, answered her "he does"

"I actually know more than Isaac apparently"

"What. When even?" Mom questioned confusingly.

"When he hit me with his motor—" I spoked way before doing the whole think-before-you-speak thing.

"He Did WHAT?" Isaac's dad, who just stepped in on the soap opera, yelled. "You Did WHAT?" he looked Isaac dead in the eyes, who in turn looked mortified.

"It wasn't my fault he was walking carelessly in the middle of the street!"

"YOU WERE WHAT?" mom and her loud voice screamed at me.

"It wasn't my fault he was going one million miles per hour!"

"He WHAT" OK this was making my head hurt.

"I don't fucking care about the motorcycle accident. What I care about is that you're my stepbrother and WE KISSED" Isaac screamed.

"YOU WHAT" Both mom and Liam were equally shocked. I was shocked too, to be honest.

"Uhm, can we, like, take this somewhere less parenty" I mumbled.

"We're not taking anything, anywhere." Isaac seemed to be done with everything. "Dad I can't live here"

"Say what now? You can and you will." Liam barked back.

"But that's not fair!" Isaac whined.

"Well life isn't fair. I'll let you go to your room but first" Liam extended his arm, "Give your bike keys"

The room went dead silent and Isaac looked like he was about to cry.

"But that was months ago! You can't possibly ground me after like five months!" I wanted to defend him and try to get Liam to not take his bike away but I was too scared of him. The guy was intimidating when he was angry and I didn't want to get on his bad side.

I was barely on his good one.

"I can and I will" Liam affirmed.

"I'm gonna go to my room" I said to no one in particular and ran up the stairs.

I shut the door and leaned against it. I didn't want to hear what was going on downstairs yet I wanted to hear every single thing that was being said downstairs.

My brain felt like it was curled up, squeezed, cut into pieces with zigzag scissors, then put back together with duct tape.

It wasn't real. Yeah, not real. Tomorrow I would go to school and find Zac waiting for me like he always does. He's gonna ask if I slept well and check if I was hungry. He'd share with me one of the two apples he always brings to school. He was going to constantly touch me so he could be sure that I was warm enough.

I stumbled my way to bed and flopped on it.

My stepbrother. I kissed my stepbrother. Heck it went beyond that. I've seen him naked. He rubbed on me. His face while he let loose was etched to my mind. His afterward embarrassed demeanor was the cutest shit I've ever seen. And what's worse is that I don't think I'd ever be able to let go of him.

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Zac

It was him! I should've known. I should've at least thought of it. I wasn't stupid. And being intelligent means I should've at least put two and two together.

Every time I think of that day I shudder. I made my stepbrother come in his underpants...WHILE I WAS NAKED ON TOP OF HIM.

I blushed deep red and my dad made it obvious that he saw it. How was I going to explain it to him. He didn't even know I was gay and I didn't think it through before exposing that Evan, my stepbrother Evan and I kissed.

I didn't even know that I was gay. Well that would be a lie. I just spent time ignoring that I was gay. Trying the best I could to cover up so my old school incident doesn't happen again. I didn't want to have to change towns again because of my sexuality. And worse, have to lie to dad about the whole thing. But at least I told mom. I told her everything. I used to tell her everything. I still tell her everything even if she's not with me anymore.
A five minutes bike ride on the highway would get me to the graveyard. I visited her everyday other day.

But now I couldn't anymore. Because he was taking it away. And I knew dad. When Liam Grayson grounds, he grounds forever.

I wasn't kidding when I said forever. He still didn't let me go to my friend Nathan's or talk to him since he heard him cuss out loud. It was four years ago.

I tried to reason with him but it was all in vain. Even Evan's mom, Linda, tried to talk him out of it and it was her OWN son that was damaged. She wasn't as bad as I thought she would be.

When I first imagined a new life with a step family, I did not expect a cool stepmother and the most shy, down-to-earth, beautiful step brother that I'd fall deeply for. I only noticed that he left the room after he was already gone.

"This is useless" I huffed, and started towards the stairs. I then remembered my suitcase was still outside and I didn't want to leave my room for at least a month. I grabbed it and went upstairs to my room.

I did not want to see anyone.

I walked into my room just as someone walked out of my bathroom. It was Evan wearing nothing but his underpants.

Evan

I only realized I was still using Isaac's room when he entered it. I had taken a nice warm quick shower and was going to put on a change of clothes when the door shot open with Isaac and a suitcase training behind him.

His eyes were on my whole body. Roaming here and there until they finally settled on my face. He was blushing, embarrassed, sad, and angry at the same time.

"Why are you in my room?" his tone was weirdly steady.

I told him how I ended up using his room since I was too lazy to move my stuff into my room after it was finished. But first I made sure I put my pj pants and a nice shirt on.

"Well I'm here now, so you can leave" he didn't wait for a reply. He brushed past me and into his closet.

I turned around to him. "Why are you treating me like that? What did I do?"

"Well I don't know. Got my bike taken away? Got me grounded too? Letting me meet you in the first place?" ouch. The last one really hurt.

Zac

I regretted it as soon as I said it. Meeting him was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Anger won though and got the best of me.

Evan was, broken, to say the least. I didn't mean to.

"I don't mean it like that" I tried.

"It's okay." He said. He didn't say anything else. His face dropped a little and his hands were in his pockets. In complete silence, he turned away and walked slowly to the door, leaving my room.

Evan

It was weird sitting in a new room for the first time. I had a window seat which was going to be my favorite spot. What I didn't notice before is that with how the house was built, I could see a small part of Isaac's room, mainly his window seats.

On those seats, was actually Isaac. His arms were hugging his knees and he was looking up at the stars.

He saw me looking at him but I didn't look away. He didn't move either. He looked broken. I was broken. I thought everyone in the damn household was shook. It wasn't as simple as I expected it to be.

What I couldn't understand is why did Isaac treat me so horribly. I didn't do anything to hurt him intentionally. I would never. I never even thought a day would come where I'd see such a face on him. He wasn't like that. There had to be something causing it and I had to know it. How, was the real question.

How was I going to get an explanation out of him, when I was debating whether or not should I talk to him anymore.

I promise I'll try to get the next update as soon as possible. (not more than 4-5 days)