To Hate My Stepbrother

Ava’s POV

I felt a little but at ease to know that Khalid still cared for me, he’d asked his mom why I was there and when he asked who’d tied me up all I could let out was a groan.

It’s been days since I last ate anything, my stomach churned and growled while the rest of my body felt as though they were numb already.

“I’ll tell mommy and….” The child was still talking when Aisha angrily yanked him away from me as if I was some sort of plague.

Well, to her I’m a plague that should be gotten rid of instead of allowed.

“I’m not doing anything,” She snarled at Khalid who winced and I could tell that it was due to the way her fingers dug into his skin.

“Except getting rid of her for good!” She yelled, making him jump in fear, “don’t you get it? She’s in the way of us getting Mason to ourselves. How can you still be here having pity on her?” She finished.

I could only watch as she spoke to her son who was obviously confused and had no idea what was going on.

“I love Ava and I don’t want you to get rid of her.” Khalid responded innocently and my heart tightened as I stared at him, tears already welling up in his eyes.

Taking a look at Aisha, I could tell that she was resisting the urge to do something terrible to the child for not wanting to get rid of me. I could see her eyes red with anger as she snapped at Khalid.

“You idiot, you wouldn’t understand.” She hissed as she dragged Khalid who doesn’t want to leave me behind out of the small, damp room I was kept in.

Without knowing what else to do, my body felt weak and I was unable to do anything else but cry my eyes out.

My body hurts and with each day that passed I could feel my life gradually leaving me. I had no idea how long I could hold on for.

Crying, I wished Mason would find me soon and I just couldn’t help but think about how he’s fairing without me coming home for days.

How is he coping? Sobbing, my heart went out to Khalid and how unfortunate he is for having a mother like Aisha who in the first place shouldn’t be called a mother.

AISHA POV

It’s been a few days and Mason still hasn’t called to check on his son or even come to pick him up and spend some time with him.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

The knock on the door made me pause the movie I was watching as I set my glass down to answer. I wondered who it might be since I barely had any visitors.

Answering the door, I saw Mason at the door post and he looked worn out, the disappearance of Ava was taking a toll on him and it made me even angrier.

He wasn’t alone, he had cops with him and I already knew why they were here. Ushering them in, I offered them a seat and they’d asked me questions about Ava.

“You know, I understand the fact that you don’t like me and all of my attempts to get you to like me all went to waste but did you really think I had a hand in Ava’s disappearance?” I asked as I stared innocently at Mason who was shocked by my act.

“Don’t you dare!” He yelled as he stood to come near me but was stopped by the police officers. It was easy to let the tears fall freely as I stared at Mason.

“I have nothing to do with it,” I denied, “I don’t like her but I would never keep her hostage somewhere. You can search my apartment.” I sniffled.

The policemen apologized for their disturbance and they asked if they could come for more questioning and I told them that there was no problem.

When I was sure they’d left, I had no idea where the roaring laughter that escaped my mouth came from, “you’ll search to the ends of the earth and you still wouldn’t find her.” I smiled to myself.

Leaving Mason to continue his endless search of Ava and with Khalid at school, I went to the guys and the sight of Ava being horrible was satisfying but I wanted more.

Placing a knife on fire, I made sure that the men burnt her skin with it and the loud wailing of pain that escaped her mouth made me smile satisfactorily.

“You’re not getting out of here alive, I promise.” I started as I stared down at the burn on her skin and watched her cry.

“And even if you do I’ll make sure that you look so bad and bartered that you’ll wish for death every single day.” I snarled before walking out of the room in anger.

Making my way home, I hurriedly went to the kitchen so I could prepare dinner for Khalid who still looked sad about the fact that I was holding Ava.

Why does he love her and care about her so much?

“Is Ava still in that place?” He asked while I was chopping the onions and I closed my eyes in frustration because if god doesn’t help me I’ll do what I might regret to him.

“I miss her and I want to see her.” He added and that was the last straw for me. Angrily, I placed the knife down before turning to face him and something about the way I looked might’ve scared him.

“The next time you mention Ava or anything about her to me or to anyone else I’ll make sure that I send you to the orphanage and you will rot there!” I yelled as I stared at my son who was already crying.

Sighing, I made my way closer to him in a bid to console him but he only moved away from my hold.

“I hate you!” He yelled before running to his room.