Did she just apologize? I can't tell how happy I am. Standing by the door, I waited patiently like a groom waiting for his bride. The annoying girls were nowhere to be found and I feel so grateful that they had eventually decided to get a life. Seconds later, I hear the door unbolt before the squeaky sounds of an opening door. The sound of water gushing followed and I won't lie, it took like forever for me to hear her footsteps. This is extremely strange because I can't tell why I just suddenly care. Why I just want to see that she is okay and should give a smile on her face instead of a red nose and a bit...what's that on her neck. Fuck it looks like a love mark. Better not be that Xavier had hot kissed her or something. That's yucky! Walking toward me, her gaze was fixed on mine. Our eyes locked for a while and as she was walking straight, all I thought was that she would come to give me a hug, kiss me, and tell me how great I am. "Emily I...". I felt
Laying on the bed and watching the ceiling, I traced my finger on my lower lips. It's been hours but I still feel it, feel those soft lips on mine. Funny enough, my nose still hurts from Xavier's punch but I feel I will let that pass, especially when I am in a good mood. Clenching my fists, I groaned as I rolled to a sitting position. The fact that I have let Xavier hit me more than once seems enough to show Emily that I am trying to be a nice guy. "Fucking son of a bitch!". Walking to the bathroom, wash my face, and stared at my reflection in the sink mirror. This isn't the life I wanted, living alone, with no parents, no friends, no family. The only family I thought I had was Xavier, and that's why I hate him so much. "Fucking son of a bitch!" I muttered again. Before I could realize what I was doing, I found my fist in the mirror. My fist hurt but it wasn't anywhere close to the one in my heart, mind you, I am not talking about my nose. For years
XAVIER'S POV I sat unbothered on the couch staring at the screen of my cell phone. I wasn’t sure what exactly Emily was asking her mum but I could hear my name. I didn’t want to get involved in extra responsibilities, Emily already had me worrying about her enough. I uncrossed my leg on the couch and walked over to the kitchen where her mum stood. Their voices became louder and soon, I got the point.Emily wanted to go to Nigel’s party alone. Was she alright? She had no idea what that motherfucker was capable of when it came to minors like her. Especially the naive ones that just want to make their stepbrother jealous. “Mom I said I’ll be fine. I don’t need Xavier around me all hours of the day. Mom, I’m not a kid.” “You are sixteen Emily sweetie.” “Sixteen isn’t six or twelve mom,” She replied in a huffy manner. I stood there leaning against the cream-painted wall. It was high time the wall paint got changed but that wasn’t my problem. My problem was why Em
Devin's eyes locked with mine for a minute before he turned his gaze to the girls crowding him. I turned my face from his stare and continued walking. I needed to Ignore his stupid self and continue searching for Emily.He's done more bad than good and I couldn't risk having him ruin my Emily. Wait, did I just call her my Emily? I meant my baby sister but she really was mine. My Emily, I'd kill anyone that lays a filthy hand on her. Devin was still standing at the corner of the barboy. He was on a black padded shell bomber jacket and fitted black jeans. He was quaffing and looking at him turned my tummy. His black hair was neatly cut and it fell on his sides. I kept moving without direction as Devin distracted me and made me swell with so much anger. I stood for a minute and sat at the barboy's stool ordering a glass of distilled whiskey. I was letting Devin get me overly irritated and it sucked. "You have no idea." "I think they fucked," the red-head
Devin didn't struggle to get out of my grip as I hit him one last time. One last time not because I was tired but because of the noise coming from the second hall. The rowdiness of the room caught my attention and left me wondering what had happened. Why does he have this annoying smirk on his face whenever we are fighting? I paused and released him, turning my face in the direction to see what was happening. At that point, the anger in me vanished as I remembered I hadn't found Emily. "Damn." I quickly took hastened steps to the hallway, leaving Devin behind. Devin stood for a while trying to stretch before walking behind me with a smirk on his face. The noise was of people making fun, screaming, and laughing. I swayed my body in the crowd till I got to where some people gathered. I looked over the shoulder of one of the guys laughing and saw Emily on the floor. What was she doing on the floor without her clothes? Is this supposed to be my point of d
I turned back to the direction she was in and walked to her. Her green eyes looked like they had seen death. She remained still with dried tears on her face. I had already retrieved her dress from Nigel and placed it on my shoulders before. "Come here, Emily." I stretched my hands to get her and in a bridal style, I lifted her. Her hand wiggled at my back as I walked outside. I needed to get her out of the party hall. Devin's jacket was still on her and I was grateful he was this huge and tall; it made his jacket a lot bigger to cover her up. Her brown long hair was rough and scattered on my arms. I loved how close she is to me.I can literally feel her inside me and I want it to continue. I want her to always let me hold her like this but not after she had been humiliated at a teen party. "I got you, Emily," I managed to say and she gave a faint smile. I wanted her to be proud of me, it just irked me that I couldn't kill Nigel. He was a jerk and jerks don't dese
DEVIN'S POV The smell of coffee permeated the air. After getting home, I needed to drink something hot so I brewed coffee. I loathed having to leave Nigel but I had to if I didn't want to be charged with murder. He irked me and I sincerely wished I killed him. He hurt Emily and that was beyond painful. I hated seeing her cry, it made me feel this weird sensational pain like my chest was being squeezed. "Emotions sucks" I muttered. I took a sip of coffee from the cup and dropped it on a small table by my side. My house was not the exact luxurious house boys my age lived in but it was comfortable enough. I had about two faux fur couches, a small table, dining made for four, and a space I carved for exercises. I didn't need a mansion before having my small personal gymnasium. My rent expires in two days and I still had no idea how to get the cash I needed. Life wasn't getting any easier but I wasn't about to back down. I ran my hands through my hair, th
As I got to school, the she touched me kept playing in my head and it made me feel nauseated. Ewwwww! She was a little over fifty, with grey hair and wrinkled skin. She had two missing teeth and it made her look weird whenever she laughed. When I got to the address, I parked by the driveway and met her in the room. Martha wasn't there, it was a bit awkward at first having to explain who I was but her memory must have been good enough. "Are you the guy supposed to fvck me? Come here sweetie, I'm Teresa." My lip twitched that moment, she wasn't only trying hard to appear sexy, she was older than my grandmother wherever she was. "Yeah. Devin," I replied, avoiding eye contact with her. She readjusted on the king-sized bed, revealing the lingerie she was wearing. Good lord. "I saw this reel and I've been dying to try it out since, do you eat ass?" "Huh?" I scowled unbelievably. I was never going to eat her ass even if she made it 700$. "