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$. "
I needed to see Emily. I stood in front of the door and rang the doorbell. I took a deep breath, waiting for an answer. Shortly after, a lady opened the door. She was the replica of Emily and so I knew she was Emily's mom. "Hi, can I help you?" She asked the moment she saw me. Now I know I shouldn't have worn something other than this 49ers shirt, now she won't stop staring at my muscled arm with scars. "Yeah, uh... I was wondering if I could see Xavier, we're friends from school," I managed to finish.She stood by the door frame giving me a blank stare as if analyzing me. "Oh," she muttered. My son isn't feeling too well, I don't think he wants to entertain visitors." "Yeah, he texted me." I wasn't sure what else to say, she looked like she was keen on not letting me in. "Can I come in?" I asked raising an eyebrow and looking inside, I mean that's supposed to be how you welcome a guest. "Sure," she replied and gestured me in. "I was tak
EMILY'S POV Pretending to be asleep hasn't been the easiest job. It hurts my eyes that I keep forcing them close when all they want to do is gaze at nature's smokefall. I rolled to the side of my bed and remained under the blanket. It was cold outside and I could feel it from the window. Xavier left the window open and I couldn't close it because I was pretending to be asleep. I was trying my best to avoid any conversation with Xavier because I didn't have the balls to explain what happened with Nigel. I knew he was not going to ask me anything yet but the thought of what was going through his mind was enough to make me nervous. "I'm coming," Xavier replied to his name. He stood up from his reading table and stormed out to answer dad. Dad called from the door saying there was someone outside for him. I honestly didn't have so much energy to think or be curious. Ordinarily, if I wasn't pretending to be asleep, I would have asked Xavier who he was expecting. I didn'
I woke up feeling slightly tired. Last night was a long night with bad dreams having me wake up at intervals. Saturdays are always stressful with mom asking me to help her out in her small garden. I pushed the blanket out of my face and yawned, I turned to the side of my bed and found Xavier’s bed empty. Lord knows how tough it has been for me since that night. I’ve tried to see if I can remember the details of what really happened but all I remember is getting drunk, I do not want to keep thinking of it, it's crazy that whenever I try to remember, it's Xavier's fuming eyes and the way he carried me I can remember. I also remember Devin's cologne and his arms wrapped around me. I can't seem to think of anything else. I finally got the courage to leave my room since I woke up. I have to help mom in the garden, she loves it when I do. I'm sure she must have begun before I get there but I can join her in making breakfast. I get my robe and wore it over my single