STEPBROTHER (R-18) novel Chapter 8

Scarletts P.O.V

Its dinner time. You sit quietly eating away at the steak on your plate. Your eyes shift back and forth from Kirk and your mom. You avoid the intense gaze from Oliver.

I have nothing to say to him

You stab at the meat, only to realise you've mindlessly eaten it all. You begin to chip away at the broccoli on your plate, thankful that you have an excuse to look down.

I just don't have the energy to deal with him at all. He's got his own shit and his own ways to deal. I should've just left him alone.

"So what happened to your eye, Oliver?"

Oliver glances at his father with a disinterested expression, and pops a piece if meat into his mouth, chewing loudly.

"I'm serious, Oliver. Do i need to call your mother?"

Oliver shakes his head, and sets down his knife.

"It's nothing. Really."

"Okay, well I'll see if your mother agrees. You don't just come home with a black eye for no damn reason."

Kirk pats his pockets searching for his phone. When he cant find it right away, he pushes his chair back.

"Dad, stop. Its not a big deal"

"No. Because I've had enough of these mysterious fucking bruises and shit..."

Maybe i can help him out?

Awe, fuck it.

"It was sort if my fault."

You meet Kirk gaze. He raises his brow at you, and settles his arms back on the table.

"What do you mean?"

I don't know why the fuck I'm doing this for him. Its not like Oliver deserves to be rescued.

"Earlier i had gotten out of the shower and was running down the stairs, but my towel tripped me up and Oliver came to catch me and I head butted him."

Damn, that was a smooth lie. I almost believed it.

You avert your eyes to Oliver, who's watching you carefully with a stolid expression. Kirk turns his attention back to his son.

"Is that true?"

Oliver pulls his lips into a small smile, giving the illusion that he was just being modest.

"I didn't want to mention it because it was embarrassing for Scarlett."