The Stepbrother's Sin

Chapter 10 — It's A War

It was a cold room, so cold that I could feel goosebumps rising on my own skin. There were no lights on. Cain was fast asleep, without a care in the world.

I stepped forward and stood right beside his bed, looking down at him. He looked—awfully attractive. I couldn't believe that I had even thought about that.

Fuck, Ivy.

I shook my head and got back to what I was supposed to be doing.

I could barely see him in the dark, but I could make out his features clearly. He had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes closed, and his face was relaxed like he was sleeping well.

Well, I didn't care.

I bent down and placed my knee against the mattress before reaching for him. My own heartbeat was going crazy, and I kept telling myself to calm down. I didn't know why I was feeling so nervous. I was just taking revenge for what he did.

And he deserved it. He should feel what I felt the very first night that I came here. He should know what it's like to feel uncomfortable.

With my breathing getting heavier and heavier, I placed my hand over his chest, trying to shake him awake from his 'mid-day' nap.

Cain's brows furrowed and he moved his head to the side, still not opening his eyes. I bit my lip, feeling my hand get warmer on his bare chest. I couldn't believe I was touching him, this close, even if it was for revenge.

"Cain." I called out his name, and shook him.

He snapped his eyes open instantly and grabbed my wrist, turning to his side to look at me. "What the f**k—" he jolted back, nearly screaming at the mask that I was wearing on my face.

It was a hideous mask that was designed to go with the witch costume. It was ugly, with big red cheeks and yellow eyes, and I had placed it over my face. I thought it would be amusing and terrifying.

And just as I thought, it was.

"f**k!" He screamed out loud, still holding my wrist in his grip. "What the f**k!" He said again, his eyes wide.

I was just grinning at him under the mask. "Scared?"

He loosened his grip and threw my hand back at me, and then he sat up. "You f*****g—get the f**k out of my room," he was breathing heavily. His chest was rising and falling with his heavy breaths.

"Oh, gladly." I stepped back from the bed and then glanced at him again. "Pussy." I whispered under my breath, but he heard it loud and clear.

Before he could even get up and catch me, I ran out of the room and went straight into mine before slamming the door shut and locking it. A little laugh expelled out of me in joy and I leaned back against the door, feeling so accomplished.

Eloise was right, she really was. It felt so good to get back at him.

And that was just the beginning.

I sat on the bed and took off the mask, staring at it for a moment. My mind was buzzing with so many ideas. I had so many things in my mind that I could do with Cain if he ever dared to mess with me again.

It was like a game.

A fun and entertaining one.

And I didn't feel bad about it. Not at all. He had it coming.

For the rest of the evening, I stayed indoors and ensured that my door remained locked so he wouldn't appear out of nowhere and decide to teach me another lesson. I couldn't afford that.

I watched a movie on my laptop while sitting on the bed and eating some snacks that I had gotten from the kitchen earlier. It was late when I got on a call with Eloise and we spoke about everything that was possibly in our minds.

I missed her the most, the time we had spent together. I really wished she could've, somehow, been here with me. But I knew that wasn't possible. Maybe in the future we be roommates far away from everything.

But then again, this was our life now. And we had to face it, no matter how hard it was going to get.

We talked a bit about Cain as well, and she was really impressed with what I did to him. I told her everything in detail and she laughed the entire time. At first, she couldn't believe it, but then she did.

"That's the best revenge prank I've ever heard of. It's like right out of a movie," She said and then began laughing again. "Did he chase you or something?"

"No, I got out in time."

"But did he do anything after that? I mean, he's not going to leave it like that, is he?"

"I don't know, but I locked up the room right after it. I think I'm safe for tonight." I pulled up the blanket over me and got into bed.

"Make sure you lock your room when you're asleep. Don't leave it open for him," Eloise warned me before saying.

"Yes, of course. I don't trust him at all. I've been sleeping with my door locked since after that night," I took a deep breath and rolled over on the bed. "Anyways, there's this girl. Natalie. I told you about her, didn't I?"

"Yes, the one that gave you the tour of the campus. What about her?"

"Well, she invited me to this party at her house. I do want to go, and I already told her that I'd be there, but I feel a little anxious about it. I've barely been to parties before. You know how I am, right?" I bit the insides of my cheeks, waiting for her response.

"You'll be fine, Ivy. You'll have fun. Trust me. Just don't take any hard drugs and if you drink, drink responsibly."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You're like my mom."

"Just saying, just in case you decide to get wasted for the first time. It isn't really fun, you'll puke your guts out so just don't drink much if you plan to." She said, giving me all the warnings that I needed.

I ended the call with Eloise, and it was late at night when I finally went to sleep with no intention of waking up until noon. It was the weekend, the long-stretched-out week was finally over and this was my chance to stay in bed and all morning and rest as much as I wanted to.

But before I even had the chance to shut my eyes and fall asleep, my phone rang. I expected for it to be a notification from Eloise, or some kind of picture from her, but it wasn't.

I turned around my phone and the screen lightened up on my face, blinding me for a second.

There was a notification from an unknown number, one I didn't recognize at all. My brows furrowed and I unlocked my phone before opening the message that I had gotten.

'Count your days, crybaby.'

Was this a good thing or a bad thing?