Making Bad Choices

Culter Fuller came back into my life on the day my mother died, as if losing my mother wasn’t bad enough. We hated each other since childhood. Well, I hated him, and I thought it was mutual. He had a very different story. When I moved to my dad’s house to finish my last semester of high school, we went from bitter enemies to. . . something else. He was suddenly everywhere, occupying my space, determined to pull me into his life, filling me with thoughts I knew were wrong. I knew that soon we would cross a line that should never be crossed. I knew crossing that line could have very serious consequences; because Culter Fuller wasn’t just any irresistible boy, Culter Fuller was my stepbrother. But, I was always very bad at making the right choices.