Stepbrother: Impossible Love

by Victoria Villeneuve

  Then, without another word Jack took me by the arm and led me out of the alley.

  When we were back in the street he looked me in the eye.

  “Are you ok, Julianne?” There it was, my real name again. I nodded, mutely; I didn’t trust my voice. Had I seriously just seen what I thought I did? Jack had just beaten up the guy that was going to attack me.

  “Holy shit,” I finally whispered.

  “Come on, we’re going to get you a drink.”

  “I was going to the coffee shop down the block.”

  “You need something stronger than coffee, you’re so pale people will think you’re in the Chess club.”

  I curved a corner of my mouth into the slightest sliver of a smile at Jack’s joke. He was right though. My legs felt like they were stuck in cement. I felt like I was going to puke. The last few minutes had been some of the craziest of my life.

  Practically dragging me to a dive bar down the road, Jack put me in a booth.

  “Hey, Rosa, two beers and two shots of whiskey, pronto! And a pack of ice.” he yelled out to the waitress behind the bar.

  “Whatever you want Jackie-boy,” she replied with the hoarse voice of a woman who’d smoked way too much for way too many years.

  “So,” Jack started, planting himself in the booth across from me. The light was harsh, but dim, like the owners had gone for the cheapest lighting possible, but not enough of it to save on bills. Still, I could make out his eyes glistening with energy, his chiselled cheekbones just lightly grazed with Oliver’s blood. I tried to resist. I really did. But there was no way. My heart rate rose, my breath caught in my throat when I looked at him, and I felt an electricity stopping me from breaking eye contact with my brother.

  “What were you doing to get yourself caught up with Oliver Ryan?”

  “Going to class. He sat down next to me, a few days later asked me out. I turned him down, today he was asking what I was talking about and I told him to fuck off, slightly more politely than that. Then I guess he followed me and wanted me to learn my lesson for disrespecting him. That’s seriously it.”

  “I’m not surprised. The guy’s known to be a douchebag. I’m surprised he actually attacked you though. If just blowing him off was enough to set him off, he’s not going to last very long before getting himself arrested. Usually he’s going out with a girl for a while before getting punchy.”

  It was strange, watching Jack talk about Oliver so casually. He obviously knew so much about the guy and I wondered about Jack’s weird bad-boy life.

  “Well, he was just going at me about how awful I was, I might have told him he was a piece of shit that couldn’t take no as an answer.”

  Jack grinned, and it was weird. He was actually smiling at me, like I was another human being!

  “That would do it. Nice work, sis.”

  There is was again. Sis. And yet somehow, this time it felt different. The way he said it, it was almost like he meant that we were a team. That was crazy though. We weren’t. We hated each other.

  My thoughts were interrupted by the woman I assumed to be Rosa coming over, somehow managing to balance two glasses of beer, two shot glasses, and a third glass filled with ice, along with a tea towel.

  “Anything else Jackie?” she asked him sweetly, also shooting me a smile. In her forties, at least, I imagined this was the owner, or at least someone who had worked here for years and years.

  Jack pulled out his wallet and handed her a 100 pound note.

  “That’s all, Rosa. Thanks. The ice is for the beer.”

  “Of course it is, doll. What else?” she added with a wink, pocketing the note.

  I watched this exchange in silence. I grew up in New York City, I had seen some shady stuff go down in my teenage years, but never this close to me. Never with someone who was going to be my brother, officially, in a few months.

  She waddled off, and Jack turned back to me.

  “Drink,” he ordered, motioning to the shots. I had never had a shot of whiskey before, but Jack was right. This was what I needed.

  I took the glass, was careful not to check how clean it was, and knocked back the shot. It burned my throat. Bad. I thought I was going to puke, but instead grabbed the beer and gulped down as much as I could to dull the taste of the whiskey.

  It did almost nothing. My throat was still completely on fire.

  I looked across the booth at Jack, who had downed his drink like it was nothing, and was now staring at me with an amused expression on his face.

  “First shot of whiskey?” he asked, and I nodded.

  “It gets easier. You needed it though. And you don’t want to try the vodka here, it’s terrible.”

  He was right about needing the alcohol, though. A couple minutes later I started to feel more like myself again.

  “I haven’t thanked you for coming to save me.”

  “No problem. I heard you call out, and when I saw Oliver I knew what was going to happen. About time someone put that guy in his place.”

  “Why were you there in the first place?” I asked.

  “Believe it or not, I actually do go to class, occasionally. I just happened to be late today.”

  “Sorry. I don’t mean to be peppering you with questions.”

  “That’s fine,” Jack replied, wrapping most of the ice from the glass in the tea towel and putting it on his swollen knuckles.

  I downed the rest of my beer.

  “Listen, I gotta go, ok? Michael’s going to be meeting me soon to take me home.”

  “That’s fine. Try not to piss off any violent abusers on your way home, ok?”

  “Ha-ha,” I replied as I got out of the booth and left. I walked back to where Michael was already sitting, waiting for me. The whole way I was wondering about Jack. He had saved me. Why? He hated me. It was obvious. Then when I told him what I told Oliver, he seemed happy about it. Was he impressed? No, it couldn’t be that. There was no way. The guy hated me, and I hated him.

  So why did this feel so confusing?

  “How’d the day go?” Michael asked as I approached the car.

  “Well, it sure wasn’t what I expected when I left the house this morning,” I answered, sinking into the back seat. Little did I know it was far from over.

  Chapter Seventeen

  As soon as I got home I went and had a shower. I wanted to clean the dirty feeling I had off me from the encounter with Oliver. Then, feeling a tiny bit woozy, I decided to have a nap.

  I woke up to the sound of the doorbell downstairs. That was pretty weird in and of itself, no one ever used the doorbell here. They were always expected, and Anita would always wait at the door to open it as soon as visitors arrived.

  Figuring the visitor had nothing to do with me, I got dressed, brushed my now-dry hair out, and decided to go down to the kitchen to get something to eat.

  When I got to the lobby, however, I saw Anita talking to some cops.

  “No, I don’t know where Mr. Alcott Jr. is,” I heard Anita told one of the policemen.

  “Anita? What’s going on?” I asked, curious.

  “These gentlemen are looking for Jack,” she replied.

  “Really? What about?”

  “An attack took place near Oxford University around 1:40 this afternoon, and the assailant fingered Jack Alcott as his attacker. Do you know where he is, miss?”

  You know when you have those thoughts that go through your brain that seem like they would have taken an hour to get through, but in reality you go through them in a split second? Well, that’s what happened to me then.

  Holy shit, that has to be about beating up Oliver.

  I could tell them the truth, that Oliver was going to attack me.

  But I didn’t go to the cops. There’s no proof.

  Jack doesn’t exactly have a great track record with behaviour issues, they won’t believe him.

  What should I do then?

  You could lie.

  Lie to the cops?

  Do yo
u have a better idea?

  “At 1:40 this afternoon you said? That’s impossible,” I told the cops.

  “Why is that?” the older one asked me.

  “I was with Jack then. My class ended at 1:30, and we met up at a bar just off campus. I can’t remember the name, but Jack will know it. On George Street, near Chain Alley.

  “What kind of bar is it?” the younger one asked.

  “Some sort of dive. Jack chose it. Waitresses’ name was Rosa.”

  “I know the place. That just happens to be a few hundred yards from where our complainant was assaulted.”

  “Well I was there with Jack at 1:40. Rosa will back that up, too.”

  “You’re his…”

  “Step-sister. Soon to be, anyway.”

  “Why should we believe you? You might be covering for him.”

  I laughed, and it sounded so natural it surprised even me.

  “You can ask anyone. We actually hate each other. I can’t stand his guts. In fact, if I could tell you where he was and that he did it, I could. He can’t stand the fact that I’ve come into the house and am being supported by his dad. But he wanted to buy me a drink, to tell me he was sorry about my mom. She was in the hospital recently,” I added as a detail.

  I figured the safest way to go was to keep the lie as real as possible. Fudging as few details as possible meant there was way less of a chance that I’d get caught lying. After all, I wasn’t an expert on English law, but I figured it was probably pretty similar to America where lying to the cops was not a good thing.

  Why was I lying to protect Jack? Was it because he’d saved me? It had to be that.

  “She is telling the truth there,” Anita replied. “You can talk to the staff here. We all dislike John Jr, to put it mildly. And we all know how he treats Julianne. She has no reason to lie for him.”

  “Alright, well, thank you for the report. If you wouldn’t mind Ms. Cuthbert, we would like to speak to the other staff about her relationship with Jack.”

  “Of course,” Anita replied.

  “Umm… can I go to the kitchen to grab dinner? I promise I won’t talk to anyone,” I asked sheepishly.

  “That should be fine, miss,” the older policeman replied with a small smile.

  “Thanks,” I answered, and made my way towards the kitchen, even though my appetite was gone. I could be in serious trouble if they found out I lied. All for a guy I hated.

  Still, I knew I had to eat. I grabbed a meat pie and nuked it, eating it standing up at the counter before putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

  By the time I was finished Anita was just letting the detectives out. I waited for her to come back in.

  “So, are they still looking for Jack?” I asked.

  “No. I think they spoke to enough people here that told them just how much you hate him that they believe you.”

  The relief must have been obvious on my face.

  “I’m curious, Ms. Reeves. If I may ask, why are you so relieved they believe you?”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want Jack to go to jail for something he didn’t deserve to go to jail for. Even if I do hate him,” I answered.

  “You’re a good girl, you know that, right?” Anita asked, and I smiled.

  “Thanks, Anita.”

  With that I ran back upstairs, and visited my mom quickly, who was busy in her room with a giant seating plan for the wedding.

  An hour or so later I heard the now-familiar roar of the Lamborghini engine pulling up into the driveway before screeching to a stop.

  When I heard Jack’s footsteps in our guest room wing of the house, I came out of my room and went into the hallway to see him.

  “Hey, have you seen the cops yet?”

  Jack looked surprised.

  “Cops? No.”

  “Good. They came by here earlier looking for you. Apparently Oliver snitched. I told them we went to that bar you took me to at 1:30, after my class, so you couldn’t have beaten Oliver up at 1:40. You took me out to tell me how sorry you were about my mom. Just FYI, in case they come back.”

  Jack looked at me with an inscrutable expression. Finally, he spoke.

  “I didn’t pick you as someone who would lie to the cops.”

  I shrugged. “Normally I wouldn’t be. But if I told the truth it was he said/she said, and honestly Oxford is probably looking for any excuse to kick you out now. I kind of figured I owed you one.”

  “You did owe me one. Thanks, sis,” he replied with a grin before going into his room.

  I turned and went back into my own room, feeling more confused than ever. Jack was so guarded, so shielded, it was like he never wanted to let anybody in. I wondered what he was thinking, then eventually resigned myself to the fact that I would probably never know.

  Chapter Eighteen

  It wasn’t exactly a surprise, but when I showed up to my next Art History class, Oliver wasn’t there. I had told Annie and Tina everything that had happened in the cafeteria the next day at lunch. They got the truth, I figured neither one of them would betray me and go to the cops. But, I also made them promise they’d never tell anyone.s

  “Good to know it was true, that guy was bad news,” Tina quipped, shaking her head.

  “Yeah, jeez. That’s scary,” Annie replied. We were both visibly relieved when the next class had started and Oliver hadn’t shown up. Of course now that I’d lied to the police about where I’d been I couldn’t tell them about Oliver’s attack, but a part of me was still worried that Jack was going to get in trouble over it.

  That Saturday, when I woke up, I found a text on my phone.

  “Meet me at the stables at 11. Jack.”

  I looked at the clock on the top of the phone. It was 9:45, so I had a little over an hour to get ready. Plenty of time. How on earth did Jack get my phone number? I wondered. God, the guy had secrets.

  Showering, wondering why Jack wanted to see me at the stables, I got ready pretty quickly and went downstairs to get a quick bite to eat for breakfast, then headed out.

  I wasn’t sure what to wear, since I didn’t know what Jack wanted, so I settled on some sneakers, jeans and a warm sweater. After all, it was still late January, although it was also apparently one of the mildest Januaries on record, a balmy forty degrees that morning.

  The ground of the Alcott estate were so large I’d never actually seen the stables. I wanted to learn to horseback ride, of course, but so far I’d been so busy with school and getting used to life in England that I hadn’t found the time.

  It was a ten minute walk before I even saw the stables in the distance, and I started to realize just how rich the Alcott family must be.

  When I finally got there, I saw Jack waiting for me, leaning on the outside of the barn, playing with his phone. He looked up and saw me.

  “Hey Julianne,” he told me, and gave me a small smile.

  “Hey,” I replied. “Why’d you ask me over here?”

  “You wanted to learn how to ride horses, right?”

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “Well, today you’re going to learn.” There was that grin again. God he was good looking. I could feel my naughty parts reacting just at the look of him, and it seemed there was nothing I could do to stop it.

  Opening the barn door, I was greeted by the stench of horses and their neighing. Like a pro who had done this a million times, Jack went over to one of the stables, opened it up, and brought out two horses which he held by the saddles. One was a big brown horse with a diamond shaped white spot on his forehead, the other was smaller, pure white, except for some little black spots that went up and down her legs, giving her the most adorable look ever.

  “This is Perdita,” he told me, motioning to the smaller horse. I smiled at the reference to 101 Dalmatians. It suited her.

  She stomped her feet and nuzzled with me with her nose as Jack handed me her reins. I’m not going to lie, I had virtually no experience with horses, and had no idea what to do. I pat her softly, whispering to
her that I was going to be her friend.

  “Do you know how to get on?” Jack asked, and I had to shake my head, embarrassed.

  I saw that familiar smirk pop up on his face, but it quickly vanished, as if he forced himself not to make some sort of snide comment.

  “It’s pretty easy. You go over to her left hand side, put your left foot in the stirrup, grab the top of the saddle, then use your leg muscles and your arms to pull yourself up so you can get over to the other side.”

  Then with a quick motion he demonstrated on his big brown horse. He made it look so easy, so effortless.

  “OK, I think I can do that,” I muttered, and the focused. I went over to Perdita’s side, put my left foot in the stirrup, counted to three, then tried to jump up as high as I could, grabbing the saddle and throwing my right foot over the other side of the horse.

  I sort of got there. I managed to get my body on top of the saddle, but instead of being parallel with Perdita’s body I was lying across the saddle, one foot in the stirrup, the other leg in the air in a failed attempt to get it over and into the other stirrup.

  Unfortunately, this precarious position wasn’t the most balanced, and as soon as I tried to move I felt like I was going to fall off completely. I knew falling off a horse was normal, but I didn’t want to do it when I was still just trying to get on the horse.

  “A little help please?” I squealed, and I heard Jack laughing as he saw the position I got myself in. Moving his horse over to me, with a quick movement he moved my right leg over, which automatically slipped my body into the right position.

  “Some people can’t do that elegantly,” he joked, and I laughed.

  “Be nice, it’s my first time on a horse.”

  “I am being nice, if I was mean I would have taken a photo,” he replied.

  Perdita was the nicest horse ever. As soon as I got onto her she was still as could be, letting me get comfortable on her. I pat her mane while Jack led me towards a path leading further away from the house.

  “Now, just tap her gently with your feet and she’ll start moving. She’ll probably follow Brownie anyway, but this way you can get used to directing her.”

  I did as he said, gently tapping her with the side of my feet, and sure enough, Perdita began to take slow steps, following in the same direction as Brownie, Jack’s horse.