Bullied By My Alpha Stepbrother

Jason Davenport

I lay on my bed feeling full, and grateful that I had my phone back.

That bitch Ashley had been useful for once. That doesn’t mean we were buddies now.

I scoffed.

If this was her way of trying to get me to warm up to her, then she was in for a hell of a surprise.

Dad was obviously whipped. He was so wrong if he thought any of these sleazy women he kept tying the knot with were ever, ever going to be good enough to replace Mom.

And now he obviously believed Ashley was doing well as a sweet, considerate mother.

Bullshit.

He had decided that he was going to be blind to the whore’s tactics.

Hissing, I swiped my hand over my hair.

It would eventually bite him in the ass, I decided.

Whipping out my phone from my jeans pocket, I tapped on the Instagram app and went straight to my dms.

Messages from a bunch of people asking if I was down to hang out.

I hissed. Well, I can’t now can I?

Thanks Dad.

Angrily, I scrolled down quicker until a dm from Amelia came into view.

Of course. I’d forgotten that the bitch had the guts to message me.

“I’ll teach her to message me,” I said aloud as I tapped on the chat.

‘When will you be available to start working on the project?’ That’s what the message said.

I frowned.

Stupid nerd. Of course she couldn’t wait to start working. That’s all she knew, after all.

‘I know you didn’t just message me, bitch’, I typed and pressed send.

I frowned after a few minutes had passed and she still hadn’t responded.

I could see she was online, so why wasn’t she replying.

Oh, this bitch was gonna get it tomorrow, I thought, shaking my head.

So she was brave enough now to message me and still reply late to my messages?

Angrily, I shook my head, about to exit the app, when I received a new message from her.

‘It was the only way to reach you,’ she replied.

I hissed.

‘I can see you’re feeling all important now, midget,’ I typed.

‘I’m sorry, Jason, but I didn’t know how else to reach you,’ she responded.

‘Shut your fucking mouth, bitch.’

I was getting pissed now.

‘Meet me in the library after school tomorrow,’ I said.

‘Ok,’ She replied simply.

Scowling, I exited her DM and searched for Adrian’s DM. Finding it, I texted, ‘Issues came up with dad. Wanna hang out after school tomorrow?’

After a few minutes he replied, ‘But we don’t have practice tomorrow.’

I rolled my eyes.

‘Yes I’ll tell dad we do so we can hang out,’ I replied.

‘Sure.’

As soon as he replied, the green dot that showed he was online disappeared.

I raked my fingers through my hair. The following months were going to be the worst in my entire life.

A notification popped up, showing that Amelia had sent a new message.

Wow, this bitch was really on a roll today wasn’t she? What the fuck did she want now, I wondered.

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My palms were sweaty as I dared to send Jason another message.

It had caught me a little by surprise when he replied my first message. I hadn’t expected him to.

In surprise, I had hesitated for some minutes before replying the message.

As usual, he had started the ‘conversation’ with an insult and ordered me to meet him in the library tomorrow.

I knew I was in trouble, and that texting him again would only put make my punishment worse. But he hadn’t answered me properly yet.

I needed to know where we would be meeting for the project so I could fix my plans and schedule properly.

If he decided he didn’t feel like it, and ordered me to complete the project on my own, that would even be better.

I would concentrate and finish the project before the week runs out, and everything would be just fine.

I silently prayed everything would work out.

Hands trembling, I typed, ‘When and where do we start the project?’

I read it again, hoping it sounded polite, then pressed send.

My heart skipped a beat as it showed that he had read the message.

I knew it’d be hell at school tomorrow but I just wanted to get it over with.

‘At my house, of course. You’re being extra dumb today, bitch,’ He replied.

The pain I felt from the insult was dulled by the sudden alarm I felt.

His house?

No way.

Jason already had a pure burning hatred for me. He could poison me for all I knew.

Not like anyone would notice I was gone though.

I mentally cursed, wondering why I had to be paired with Jason of all people?

Shaking my head, I replied, ‘I was thinking school instead. . . maybe the library?’

Knowing he would see me giving a suggestion as a bold move, I tugged on the end of my shirt and awaited his reply.

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I cocked an eyebrow as I read Amelia’s message.

‘Why would I want to stay in school for two hours extra except for practice,’ I typed.

I could tell she was struggling to text back, trying to beat the fear.

I can’t have that now. She was supposed to fear me.

Fear me to the extent that she wouldn’t speak unless I told her to.

But here she was, literally having a conversation with me.

I cracked my knuckles.

I guess I’ll have to beat this new-found boldness out of her then.

‘Well, it’s for the project. We can’t do my house so I think meeting at a common spot is better, hence the library suggestion.’

As I read her reply, I felt rage bubbling through me.

Was she being sassy?

Hell no.

I decided yet again to let it slide.

I typed, ‘And I said no. My house.’

She left my message on read for a few minutes so I added, ‘And why the fuck do you think I’d want to go to a house that’s probably cramped and stuffy that smells of dead parents, a klutz and a deaf granny?’

I could see that she had read the message.

After a few minutes, the green dot disappeared, and I knew she had gone offline. Probably to cry. That’s all she knew how to do.

Smirking, I exited the app and put my phone down.

“Poor Mel,” I laughed aloud. “Where did all the guts go now?”

Fucking midget.