My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 49: He Loses His Shit (BC)

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔯’𝔰 𝔯𝔞𝔪𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: thank you all for your continuous support beauties 🥺🙏, as a struggling college student...I can’t really afford and find time to write Chapters but I find myself making time because of your encouragement. I’m truly grateful.

As long as you keep it coming they’ll be more Chapters and more plot in them because I’ve got a lot planned out, let’s do this💪

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That morning, when I woke up, the cabin felt strangely quiet—almost too quiet. Sunlight poured in through the curtains, casting golden lines across the wooden floor.

I rubbed my eyes, still feeling groggy, and reached for my phone on the bedside table. But of course, there was no signal. Again. I sighed, shaking it like that would somehow help. "Come on," I grumbled. "Just one bar. That’s all I need."

Nothing.

I was getting impatient. I tossed my phone onto the bed and pulled on a sweater, determined to go find Mom. Maybe if I whined enough, she’d send Keith into that town miles away for a signal booster or something.

But the moment I stepped into the hallway, I sensed something was wrong. The house was just too still. No voices, no clinking dishes, not even the sound of Carlby humming somewhere.

"Mom?" I called out as I wandered into the living room. Silence. I frowned, and my footsteps echoed as I peeked into the kitchen. That’s when I spotted it—a folded piece of paper lying neatly on the counter.

My stomach dropped.

I picked it up and recognized Mom’s handwriting right away.

’We’ll be gone for two weeks. No cell service here—so work on getting along...P.S, no murdering each other.

Love, 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Mom & Keith.’

For a solid ten seconds, I just stared at it, trying to wrap my head around what I was reading.

"T—they didn’t," I whispered to myself. "They wouldn’t."

But looking around the empty cabin confirmed it. Their bags were gone, and the wine glasses from last night were washed and put away. They really did it.

"They left us." My voice came out hollow at first, but then it grew louder. "They actually left us!"

The sound bounced off the wooden walls as disbelief turned into full-on panic. I threw my hands up and paced in tiny circles around the kitchen island.

"Unbelievable! Who does that? Who leaves their kids in the middle of nowhere for some ’family bonding’ nonsense?" I gestured toward the ceiling, as if my parents could hear me wherever they’d run off to. "This isn’t parenting; it’s psychological warfare!"

I dashed outside, and the cold air hit me like a slap as I flung open the cabin door. I scanned the area, half-expecting to see Mom’s SUV driving away or Keith by the car with that annoyingly calm look of his. But the gravel road was empty—just some lazy birds perched on the nearby pine branches.

They were really gone.

"What the hell..." I muttered, searching the tree line, hoping they’d pop out and yell ’Surprise!’ But there was nothing. No tire tracks, no signs of anyone—just endless trees and silence.

Then I spotted Adrien near the porch steps, leaning against a wooden beam with his arms crossed, the morning light catching in his hair. He looked infuriatingly calm, like he’d accepted what was happening long before I did. I sighed, knowing I had to talk to him.

"Hey, have you seen this?" I said, waving the note like it was a battle flag.

He didn’t even look at me. "Yeah," he grumbled, voice low and rough. "Found it about an hour ago."

I stared at him, completely taken aback. "An hour ago? And you didn’t think to tell me?"

He shrugged, not meeting my gaze. "Figured you’d find out eventually."

"Eventually?" My voice rose. "Adrien, they left us! They’re gone for two weeks, with no signal and no way to reach anyone if something goes wrong!"

"I noticed," he said flatly, pushing off the post and glancing out toward the woods. His jaw was tense. "This better not be some messed-up prank."

I let out a bitter laugh, clutching the letter like a lifeline. "I can’t believe this.

Adrien’s lips twitched, almost forming a smirk, but he kept it dry. "Knowing Dad, he’d probably think this is ’good parenting.’"

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "This can’t be happening. I can’t be stuck here for two weeks with you."

He looked back at me, one brow raised, irritation flickering across his face. "Trust me, Princess, the feeling’s pretty mutual."

I scowled at him, wind picking up between us as pine needles rustled in the distance. "Stop calling me that."

"Great," I muttered under my breath. "Two weeks in the middle of nowhere with my least favorite person. What could possibly go wrong?"

I stood on the porch, the letter crumpled in my fist, my pulse racing. For a moment, I couldn’t decide whether to laugh or scream. My parents had actually left us out here. What kind of adult thinks that’s okay?

Sure, I was technically a teenager, but I wasn’t blind. Parents are meant to look after their kids, not dump them in a cabin like some social experiment and disappear for two weeks. It was reckless... it was downright insane.

I turned back to the cabin, where Adrien leaned casually against the doorway, that same bored look on his face. The frustration that had been bubbling all morning finally erupted.

"This is your fault," I blurted out, glaring at him.

His eyes narrowed. "My fault?" He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. "You really think I told them to leave us in the middle of the fucking woods?"

"Yes, Adrien, that’s exactly what I’m saying," I snapped sarcastically, stepping closer. "Because this is clearly their way of saying, ’Congrats on being the most unbearable person alive!’"

His jaw tightened. "You’ve got to be joking."

"I’m not!" I snapped, my voice rising before I could help it. "They wouldn’t have done this if you hadn’t been a total jerk to everyone! You pushed Keith and Mom to the edge—what did you expect was going to happen?"

Adrien straightened up, his expression turning serious. "Watch it, Noah," he said quietly, but there was a sharp edge to his voice that sent a chill through me. Still, I didn’t back down.

"No," I said firmly, though my voice shook a little. "You need to take some responsibility for once. You hate me, fine. You hate Mom, I get it. But if you’d tried—just a little...to make things work, maybe we wouldn’t be stuck here like this!"

For a moment, we stood in silence. The wind rustled the trees, and the porch creaked beneath us. Adrien’s gaze darkened, his fists clenched at his sides.

"Don’t act like this is all my fault," he muttered, his voice low and controlled, but there was rage just below the surface. "You think you know it all, but you don’t even know half of it."

"Then explain it to me," I challenged, stepping closer. "Because from where I’m standing, it seems like you just make everyone’s life harder, including your own."