In Love With My Evil Stepbrother

Chapter 56: Car Crash | hurry and follow him while asking, “What show? What are you talking about?” “You will see,” he wraps his arm around my shoulder and walkto the side.

“Are we going to walk?” He lets out a short chuckle, “No of course not. How do you think | managed to get here in such a short time?” Then | hear a loud clattering sound coming from above. | snap my head up and see a helicopter fast approaching. It eventually lands in the open space in front of us, causing a gust of strong wind.

A real chopper! I've only seen one before on TV! “This is so cool!” | shout to his ears as he picksup and helpsonboard.” But how much is this going to cost!” “A lot cheaper than you think!” he shouts back. “It doesn’t cost anything if you own it!” | gasp in shock. So buying fancy cars isn’t his most luxury hobby then. This is.

He placeson the passenger seat and fastens my seatbelt. | widen my eyes when | see him switch seats with the pilot and start checking the dashboard.

“Wait!” | raise my voice and try to shout above the noise. “Are you flying this?” He tossesa headphone and tabs his ears, indicatingto put it on. | do as he said. The headphone is sound-proofed and the next second I hear his musical voice ringing in my ears.

“No faith in me?” he asks with a smile.

| subconsciously shake my head but then quickly nod again.

| am terrified of flying. | can never sleep on flights. The smallest turbulence makesjump in my seat. | know people say that airplane is the safest transportation, but it scares the shit out ofanyway. A faint smile appears on his lips as he places his hand on the joystick and pulls the helicopter off ground. | hold my breath and hold on tightly to my seatbelt, watching the mountain hill gets smaller as we liftoff.

To my surprise, it's a lot smoother than | thought.

He's a great pilot.

| finally ease up a bit when we reach the cruise altitude, “how long have you been flying?” “A couple of years,” he says. “I used to fly to LA for weekends till my dad toldto stop because it's not very green. | can do a few stunts for you, like quick diving or reeling—" “No!!” | almost scream. “Don’t!” Then | hear his low chuckles coming out of the headphones. Turning around, | see a playful grin touches his lips and finally realize that he’s just joking.

“Well, probably not today then,” he promises. We hover in the midair for another 10 minutes before he points out the window,” Look.” | follow his finger and look down, and then see a familiar black SUV speeding downhill.

It's Zack.

“Now it’s tfor him to face sconsequences,” Eason’s voice deepens.” What should we do with him babe?” Anger surges up inwhen | think of everything Zack did. | clench my fists and grit out, “Can we stop him? And bring him back to the police? He won't get away with it this time!” Eason raises an eyebrow, “take him to the police? That could take months or even years before he actually pays for what he did.” I'm stunned. | don’t quite understand what he is implying. Then | hear him ask me, “You want him dead?” ...what? | can’t believe my ears.

Surely | want Zack to take account for his sins but I've never thought of having him dead! And why is Eason askingthis? I look at Eason, frightened, and then quickly take a glance at those bodyguards sitting in the back.

“Don’t mind them. They can’t hear us,” Eason says calmly. “You can speak up your mind.” I answer him hesitantly, “I hate him of course. | did wish for him to go to hell when he held a knife against my neck. But-" “No but. That's all | need to know.” Eason turns atgivinga faint smile, which is so beautiful but it also makes the hairs on my arms stand.

Suddenly I have a very bad feeling about what's going to happen. Yet before | get to say anything, Eason does a hand gesture to one of the bodyguards at the back, who nods and then whispers to his own speakers. “What are you doing?” | start to panic. “What is he doing?” Eason takes my hand, “It’s OK...look down there.” | cast down my gaze and find Zack’s car again. That black SUV is about to make a huge U-turn.

But the next second, instead of turning around, the car goes straight over the rail and shoots right off the cliff! “Ahh | scream out loud, horrified, my hands covering my mouth. Then dense smoke rises into the air from where the car dropped. There seems to be an explosion.

Eason squeezes my hand gently and chuckles, “There.” | feel hard to breath.

Did he-did Eason just kill Zack? “...Was it you?” | finally manage to force out these words. “Not me. Not you. No one is involved,” Eason shrugs indifferently. He is weirdly clam, like nothing significant has happened. “His car break failed and lost control. Bad luck, that’s all. But if he hadn't kidnaped you, none of these would have happened.” He’s so calm. How can be so fucking calm? It’s a life for god's sake! | suddenly feel the world zooming out from me. The air is getting thinner, and my vision becomes blurry. | vaguely hear Eason shouting my name, but | am unable to respond.

Then | spiral down a deeper darkness.

| don’t know how long I've slept. But | didn’t sleep well. My dreams were filled with horrified screams, explosions and loud crashing sound.

Then gradually, | hear someone calling me. | fight the slumber and open my heavy eyelids.

A bright, ginger head appears in my sight. “Oh my god!” cries the girl. “Finally! You're awake!” | blink several times to be sure and then ask in a rough voice, “...Jenna?” | can’t believe my eyes. But it’s really her, my best friend back in Miami, standing in front of my bed right now.

“Don’t move just yet. Lethelp you.” She grabs a pillow and shoves it behind my back to helpsit up. | rub my head looking around and find that I'm in the hospital. “God...what happened?” | murmur lowly. “Why are you here?” “You mom called me, and | caught the nearest flight. And I could ask the sthing Nat! What happened? You had a panic attack and a sever loss of blood. Your mom was THIS close to going crazy.” She puts her fingers really close together. | sit there with a messed-up mind, trying to process everything. Moments later | ask slowly, “Where is Eason?” Jenna frowns, “Your stepbrother? He's outside with your mom and stepdad, talking to a lawyer. He said that you were in his helicopter and suddenly had a panic attack and then just fainted. But wasn't yesterday your mom'’s anniversary party? What were you guys doing in a helicopter?” So he didn’t tell him the whole story, which is good because it keeps us clean.

| quiver in fear thinking of what Eason did to Zack. It's such a heavy secret that | cannot bear. Jenna studies my face, “Wait...you’re not tellingthe truth. What really happened?” “...Nothing But I'm so so happy to see you, Jenna.” | lie to her, almost instantly. | can’t tell her that Eason just killed someone for me. That would drive her crazy.

Lying to my best friend makessad.

Yet a flicker of doubt appears in her eyes. “That's a lie.” Shit. She can be very intuitive sometimes. “God, you never lie to me. This is bad, isn’t it?” she asks heavily. “And it must have something to do with your stepbrother Eason, right?” My heart skips a beat. “Why do you say so?” She shakes her head with a frown, “I have a very bad feeling about him. I don’t care how handsand rich he is. He just doesn’t seem like a nice guy. He always giveschills...And didn’t he have a huge crush on you three years ago? Such a creep.”