Chapter 6 Stucked With My Stepbrothers

Melissa’s POV

I scoffed in total disagreement, the spoon I was about to pick up dropping at an instant. 

This cannot be happening. “No, no, no…” I muttered, running my hands through my hair. 

I could barely hold myself together when I felt my legs give way. Jason, on the other hand, rushed towards me, but a lash out cut him out of the whole Samaritan act he was about to display.

“Don’t touch me!” My voice echoed loudly as I looked from one person to another. I scoffed in total awe. 

LIKE…WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?!

How did we get here? No way I’m going to accept this union. No way I’m going to stay in the same house with two men I have history with. 

Not just the fact that I dated Jordan, but I also just fucked his brother last night. That makes the two of them! Jesus Christ! How does my mother expect me to—

I mean, she will definitely give up the ghost if she’s aware of this whole bullshit.

I watched Jason calmly heave a sigh, his eyes sending me some weird signals, one I could barely wrap my head around.

“Melissa, I can explain–”

“Explain? Seriously?” I scoffed again, my eyes darting from Jordan to Jason. For the love of Christ, they don’t even look alike.

How come they don’t talk in school? But at home, they looked so close. Staring at them both, I could tell they are not identical. How?

“Melissa, I know this is too much for you to handle. But sweetheart–”

“Mom!” I yelled, raising my hand, taking off the kitchen gloves with tears rolling down my cheeks. “Please, do not patronize me,” I instructed, wiping my tears off with the back of my hand. 

Quickly, I made a U-turn and ran up the stairs, not bothering to look behind me because I’m just too ashamed of myself. I got tamed by two brothers? 

“Melissa, it’s not what you think.” I heard both brothers speak aloud behind me, but I knew better than to stay back. 

I cannot do this. I won’t. I just can’t.

I dashed into my room, slamming the door shut as I sank into my bed, tears streaming down my cheeks. 

“What do I do?” I said to myself, wiping off the tears as my gaze landed on my phone, which seemed to be vibrating. 

I looked at it and saw a lot of calls and messages. Most from well-wishers, and lots from Mylla—my best friend. 

Ding! My iPhone buzzed.

Mylla: [Call me back as soon as possible.] 

“Melissa darling, can I come in?” 

Just as I heard my mom’s voice, I jumped out of bed at full speed and bolted the door, making sure she was not able to get in.

“Melissa, are you really locking me out?”

“Go away mom, I don’t wanna talk to you.” I muffled, running back to bed, and covering my head and ears with the duvet.

“We really need to have this conversation. It’s not what you think.”

“I don’t need any explanation from you. It doesn’t change the fact that you are going to marry Gabriel. Just leave, okay.” I yelled, tears falling freely.

“We need to start packing, and–”

“I’m not going anywhere with you mom,” I interrupted her words before she could finish her statement. I felt so irritated and disgusted as I felt bile rise to my throat. 

I kicked the blankets angrily, throwing my fist into the air while I heard my phone vibrate again.

Soon, I heard her footsteps retreating, giving me more space to breathe, and to also answer this call.

“He,y girlfriend. Belated happy birthday. Where were you last night? Chloe was worried sick about you. We all are. What happened?” Mylla questioned, teasing alongside. 

“Your man actually did show up yesterday—”

“Yes. He did.” I replied harshly, controlling myself from tearing up on the phone, but it was a little bit late for that. Mylla already heard me. 

I felt heat rush to my cheeks, my head spinning while I held the phone closer to my ears with shaky hands. 

“Hey, are you okay? Should I come over? Melissa, are you there?” She asked repeatedly. 

“Y–yes,” 

“Why are you crying? Is this still about Jordan?” Mylla continued, her voice soft and gentle. “Listen, he was looking so tired yesterday. Like–”

“He definitely will. He should look tired after fucking with Chloe.” I finally confessed, letting the cat out of the bag.

Mylla went quiet, hearing my confession. The silence that stretched between us on the phone lasted up to a few minutes before she finally reciprocated. “I don’t understand. Chloe fucked with Jordan? How? Was that why you left the party—your party?”

“And that’s not it, Mylla. I fucked with his brother. I fucked Jason.”

“The hottest hockey captain of the Mountfield team? Oh my fucking God, Melissa. You are hot girl!” Mylla laughed excitedly, her voice almost bringing me out of my depressed mood.

This was supposed to be a thing of joy, right? It was supposed to be a fling. Right everyone? But how did I end up in a situation where they are both brothers?

“You cannot be serious. Jordan and Jason are brothers? You mean you had a taste of both brothers?”

“They are fucking twins, Mylla. And now they are becoming my stepbrothers in a few days.” I confessed in total confusion. 

Fear coursed through my veins as I tried hard to stay calm. Mylla, on the other hand, went off the call before I could ask her what to do. 

I was about to call her again when I heard my doorknob twist open, and my mom was standing in front of me.

“Seriously? A spare key? What happened to respecting my privacy?”

“Listen, kiddo.” My mom started. And this time around, she sounded like the most insensitive person ever. Trying to ascertain her power. 

“I’m not pleading with you to accept this new family. I’m telling you right now that we need them to survive because this house has been sold, and the owners are moving in today.” 

“What?”