Mated To My Stepbrother-Chapter 32

I actually wasn’t expecting Rebecca to mention the money and the Instagram followers, I never even thought that she could but it was all for the better and I could only be happy, relieved, and grateful at the same time.

"Stevie has always been a stalker fan" she continued, rising to her feet and hardening her voice in defiance. "I’ve known about her before I transferred from Emerson High School. She was always sending money and nude pictures to Jaxon in a ludicrous bid to get him to develop an amorous interest in her"

She paused for a second, dipped her hand in her pocket, and fished out her cell phone, "I was the one who was managing Jaxon’s Instagram account at that time. He was always busy, playing tournaments and travelling to different cities. I deleted those nude pictures out of sheer irritation but when she sent him receipts of the money she sent I had no choice but to Jaxon. I made a mistake by not telling Jaxon who sent the money and not obeying his orders to send an appreciation message to the sender. The evidence is all here in my phone and I can show it to you"

"Drop your phone on the counter Miss Lansdowne," the juvenile policeman said, "the other officers will look into it" Rebecca hurriedly did as he said and turned to face Stevie

"You said something about the dagger injuries were caused with" the policeman continued, "can you please elucidate further, or better still, can you prove your claim"

She nodded affirmatively and turned to face Stevie, who had already turned white with trepidation, "The dagger is in her pocket as we speak. I’ve seen her sharpening the dagger countless times, I recognize the dagger when I see it"

"Does Mr Cross recognise this dagger in question?"

"Yes I do", I answered, "I recognize this dagger in question"

"Okay then, give us an accurate description"

"My daughter will never keep a harmful..."

"The dagger is long", I began, cutting Mr Crockett short, "it’s a long pen dagger. As I struggled against Stevie, I noticed the pen-like object in her hand. With a swift motion, she twisted off the cap and revealed a gleaming blade."

"It’s on her now", Rebecca shouted, "ask one of the female officers to search her"

"How sure are you?" Stevie’s father asked, "You cannot prove it"

Rebecca turned to the officer instead, "I demand that Stevie Crockett be searched"

"Take a seat, Ma’am"

The white haired policeman said to Rebecca and she reluctantly retook her seat beside me.

"Is there anything you want to say, Miss Crockett? I could request a pen and paper for you"

"Stevie isn’t dumb!", I interjected, "she’s only deceiving everyone, she spoke to me"

"That’s not for us to worry about Mr Cross. Should we proceed with the search or will Miss Crockett drop the case"

"I still think she needs to be searched and I want to know her motive for assaulting and levelling false accusations against me"

I turned to Mr Crockett but he only kept a straight face and Stevie looked like the world had crashed on her shoulders.

"I think this case is solved officer", I sprang to my feet, "I think I’d like to return home now. The officers have confirmed the pictures and Stevie’s refusal to be searched affirms Rebecca’s claim about the dagger."

"Is everything Miss Lansdowne said about you true?" The officer asked and Stevie turned her gaze to the floor as she nodded slowly.

"I have no intentions of pressing charges against any officer and I don’t even need her to pay damages. I just want to go home"

Stevie Crockett remained silent and close to an hour afterwards, I was out of the police station, walking towards Rebecca’s white sports car.

"I think we should make a stop at the restaurant", she said as she opened the door of the vehicle for me, "You need good food, a warm bath, and a decent change of clothes" She kicked the car into motion, "How long have you been here?"

"It’s been two days now" I answered slowly. Aria had sent me more than two hundred texts now and my heart went out to her. I’d missed her: her smiles, her small talks, silly jokes, and the gossip. I

"I’ll return to Emerson High School in two weeks", Rebecca announced into the silence excitedly," I can’t wait to see what people will say when they see us back together. It will be just like old times again"

My heart shattered into bits as those words pierced my ears. I escaped prison on the grounds of something totally crazy. I could tell that this was the happiest Rebecca has ever been since she started attending rehabilitation, she loved me but I didn’t love her anymore, I never even loved her. I loved Aria and will always love her.

"Grayson has travelled to South Africa", she continued, "after the issue between the two of you, his father thought it would be a good idea for him to return home, and since the injuries he sustained from the fight had damaged his bones, he decided to give up playing basketball and to focus on being a doctor now"

"I killed Jason’s hopes and dreams, he was such a talented player"

Rebecca moved her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on my shoulder. "You shouldn’t blame yourself for what happened to Grayson, it’s all in the past"

I nodded slowly and the drive progressed smoothly. I couldn’t believe Rebecca would go back to being my girlfriend. I had no choice but to accept her condition. I wonder how Aria would react so I took out my phone and sent her a text, *I’m sorry Aria let us meet at home. Please be fine*

No sooner had I sent the message than Rebecca pulled in front of a small motel.

"You should go inside Jaxon", Rebecca said opening the door for me and placing a thick wad of cash in my hand. "Pay for a room and order food. I’ll get you new clothes in the mail downtown"

"You shouldn’t be spending this much, Becky"

"I’d do anything for you Jaxon", she said sweetly, "I’m so happy that you are back in my life. I love you so much Jaxon and I will always do"

I almost shot back when she leaned forward to kiss me but the agreement we had came to my mind and I managed to keep my lips in place. "I’ll be back soon Jaxon", she said as I hopped out of the car and closed the door behind me, "and be a good boy"

Of course, I’d be a good boy, I’d forget everything, and run into hiding.