My Stepson, My Brother

“No,” I answered.

“What?” Linda asked confused.

“No, I can’t promise that, I want what’s mine, and I’m going to get it, but I can’t say if it will ruin the family because I’m not them.” I explained.

“Candy….please…” she started but I shook my head.

“Listen, I have a right, ok? Nothing was legal so I can go see him! Now please give me the address!” I snapped.

Linda closed her eyes and pulled her lips into a thin line before sighing and going over to a note pad by the phone.

She quickly scribbled something down and shoved it at me.

I get the feeling I’ve annoyed her.....

Oh well.

“Thank you,” I smiled extra sweetly.

She gave me a half smile before calling for her son.

“Frank!”

“What?!” he called back.

“Don’t talk to me in that tone! I would like you to come here please!” she scolded him.

I could practically hear him roll his eyes as he stomped down the stairs.

When he entered the room Linda scowled at him briefly before ushering him into the kitchen in front of her.

Once the door was shut I was tempted to just run out of the door but then decided it would bite me in the ass if I did.

Soon enough they came out and Linda had a proposition for me.