To Hate My Stepbrother

Mason’s POV

My whole being burned with anger when I dropped the call with Khalid and I paced around the room in frustration.

I knew that Aisha was crazy but I never expected that she would be crazy enough to abduct Ava. My heart sank at the thought of it and I just couldn’t help but worry about her.

How has she been doing? Khalid mentioned that she hadn’t been good and I just knew that she must’ve been badly hurt.

Resentment festered in me as I hurriedly drove to Aisha’s apartment and I was glad when I knew that she was at home.

Angrily, I kicked the door open and although she was shocked to see me in her apartment, I watched as the shock got replaced with happiness.

Making her way close to me seductively as she bit her lower lips and tried to kiss me, “where the hell is she?” I roared before pushing her away from me and not caring if she hit her head.

“Where are you keeping her hostage?” I demanded and I saw a look of realization dawning on her as she took a look at Khalid.

She must’ve known now that he told me. Taking a look at my son, he was shaking with fear and I could see the tears welling up in his eyes as he looked at his mother.

Not long after, the boy started crying and my heart broke into a million pieces when I noticed that Aisha doesn’t care one bit about him.

“You’re really going to pay for this. I’m going to beat you up so bad that you’re going to hate the day you were born.” She threatened through gritted teeth and my mouth dropped open.

“I’m sorry, mommy.” Khalid cried, pleading profusely and obviously regretting the fact that he chose to tell me about his mother’s wrong doings.

“Please don’t hit me.” He added amidst tears, his voice breaking as he hiccuped and my stomach tightened.

If Khalid is begging his mother this hard to not beat him then it’s definitely not the first time that Aisha would hit him.

She doesn’t care about her own child and it was really easy for her to threaten him. How could she do that to a little child? Does she even deserve to be called a mother?

She mustn’t get away with this. When everything is over I’m going to make sure I take full custody of the child and send her to jail but first I needed to know where she kept Ava.

“You bloody kidnapper!” I growled between clenched teeth as I moved closer to her, “where did you have her locked up?!” I added and the sound of her cynical laughter aroused the anger I felt inside me.

“Well, I’ll tell you where she is when you’re ready to get married to me, how’s that?” She asked and my blood boiled.

How dare she?

She dared to make demands and doesn’t even care that things like this could get her in trouble. My mind wandered off and I just couldn’t help but wonder for how long has she been doing all this?

“We’re joking now?” I laughed, “stop being delusional, I would never and I mean never get married to a kidnapper and a bad mother such as yourself!” I yelled and she only shrugged.

“Well then I guess you’re not ready to know where your lovely Ava is.” She smiled as she sat on the couch and crossed her legs together.

Laughing hysterically as she stared at me and told me to leave her house and come back when I was ready to get married to her.

Pulling out my phone and turning my back, I’d thought of calling the cops when I turned to face her and I was taken aback by what I saw.

She was holding a revolver to my face, “hang that damn call up now and hand the phone over to me or you die right here and now.” She threatened as her finger moved to the trigger.

My blood went cold and it was almost as if it was dried up already as I handed the phone over to her shivering.

“Now slowly make your way out and walk to your car!” She added, I stammered and I’d wanted to ask her to be reasonable when she yanked Khalid in front of her and placed the gun to his hand.

“Move out now or I’ll kill him. Trust me, I don’t give a shit!” She yelled, making me jump in fear and adhere to her rules.

How could she bring the little boy into all of this mess?

“Please mommy, please don’t hurt me.” Khalid begged as his tears flowed freely and his mother only yelled at him to keep his mouth shut which he did but he still whimpered.

First she used to hit him and now she doesn’t care if she mistakenly pulled the trigger on him, she doesn’t care about him enough that she had to use him, her own son, as bait.

Slowly, we all walked out of the house and made our way to my car. She turned my phone off before ransacking my car and I knew it was to check if I had anything in it.

“Now scoot over slowly and don’t try anything stupid or I’ll shoot him dead right here and make sure you don’t have a child to call yours!” She threatened.

“I’ll do anything, anything just don’t hurt me or the boy,” I started my palm sweaty and I started feeling hot even though the car was fully ventilated.

“He’s too young to be experiencing all of this, please,” I begged but all of my pleas fell on deaf ears as she didn’t care about me or her own son.

“W… Where are you taking us to?” I eventually asked when she wasn’t saying anything but driving.

“We’re going to see Ava.” She snarled before stepping on the accelerator and zooming off on the highway.