I couldn't just help myself but almost explode in anger, suffocating in my own sweat. Heated from rage and disgust I clenched my fist and screamed inwardly. "Like seriously?", I said out of deep frustration, referring to no one in particular. Well, who would I be talking to? Xavier only looked at me from the car's inner mirror of the car with an emotionless glare. His face went back to his phone and for a moment I can't help but think he is probably watching naked girl twerk. Looking at my father who has a big grin on his face as he stared at Devin through the front mirror. His eyes moved to me for a few seconds and I can bet I saw him smirk. "Oh son, you were really wonderful" he started "like .. I am saying you were super strong handling those kids last I saw you", James said in a praise Worthy manner to Devin who replied with silence. What the heck are they trying to do? Make me piss? Perfect! "I would like to alight now pls!", I said interrupting th
The rest of the school period went well, just that I was thinking about why I wanted to let Devin see me and hug Nigel. Fine, I won't lie about the little feelings I am just having towards him as well as the hate but I things it's normal. I can remember vividly two years ago, Mum told me about infatuation. From my point of view, I am just seeing nothing but a sixteen years old girl falling for what she is not sure of. And about Xavier, I can't tell, I just don't want to talk about that...that...damn! I think I am in love with my stepbrother! Walking down to detention, I fan my face with my left palm as I blinked rapidly. I can't let those tears drop, never! "Why does it hurt so much?" I sniffed. Not even that he had ever told me that he loved me, nor have I told him that I love him, I still don't get why I am feeling this hurt. I know he is trying to makeup but it can't work, not when all he wants is to just have my face against the wall and bang the shi
DEVIN'S POV If you ask I still have no answer. I turned back to see Emily rush past me holding her pen, funny but strange. What the hell would she be doing with her pen out or is she trying to...no way. My brows lifted as I stared at the object on her table and if I am not mistaken, the small thing in the pink wrap is a tampon. As long as I am concerned, I know girls are always insecure when they come to this time of the month and nothing would make them leave their material put unless they want to change it. 'Oh fuck!' I clenched my fist 'She missed it'. My gaze moved to Xavier who kept staring at the door where she had gone. Really, I don't understand why I feel Xavier has something forbidden doing with Emily. If not, I can't explain how obsessed he has been or toooo caring. The Xavier I know would not do anything like that, not when he has no respect for girls. My gaze went to Ms. Vanessa who raised her brows at me. I see she noticed what I noticed bu
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 to Mom who was wiping her eyes. She had tears welled in them and Dad just hugged her. "It's over," he told her. "You don't have to worry anymore.""It just feels so unreal. I can't believe everything is fine now.""Me too."I honestly couldn't believe it. It was just too good to be true and I didn't know how to feel about it.She gave me a nod and pulled me into a hug. I remained there for a while before Dad asked us to get ready to leave. We strode happily to where the car was parked.We got home and I walked to my room it felt good having a separate room, I liked how it felt. I heard a scream and rushed out to see what was happening."Mom?""Emily! Xavier just got admission into a college in the Los Angeles!"My jaw dropped in excitement and I turned to Xavier. It was good news but Xavier didn't look happy. I turned my gaze to him and my eyes met his. He was staring blankly at me."What's wrong?" I asked him. "This is good news, Xavier.""I guess."His reply was cold and his
ONE MONTH LATER.The cold wind and fresh aura made me smile. I stood beside James watching his jet. Apparently, he was getting ready to leave and I didn't know how to feel about it.It was just the two of us standing there and there was silence. I wish I could hear everything he was thinking of. I felt the sensation and I knew more than ever that I was going to miss James.His lips formed a small smile like he heard what I was thinking and I just twitched my lips. I needed to enjoy the moment because it may be the last time I'd see him. I also knew his ailment had given him a short period of time to live and I really felt bad.I had no idea why I was feeling all those emotions at that point. There was this strong urge to hug him and just remain in his hugs. I remembered how welcoming and warm his arms were but I stopped myself. I didn't have to be overly emotional.I was trying hard not to think about James dying but I couldn't help it and before I knew it, a sob escaped my mouth. Tea
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Xavier. He was staring at me with a small smile tugged on his lips. I got scared at first but the feeling faded and I felt okay."Why are you staring at me?" I asked with a frown."Why didn't you report James to the cops?"I knew he was going to ask that, I just didn't think it was going to be by 3 fucking a.m."I can't.""Why?""I can't even though I want to kill him myself. I know everything, I know the shitty things you did, I know you sold drugs."He twitched his like and continued looking at me. "Do you still sell drugs or do you deliver them in your sleep?"I grabbed the blanket and placed it on my body, turning to the other side to sleep."I need to sleep, leave me alone."He scoffed and I rolled my eyes. "I hate you."I heard him giggle, "I love you too," he responded.* * * *The door slamming open made me open my eyes. It was morning but I was hoping I could sleep a little longer."Emily, get up."Mom grabbed my hands before I c
The moment Mom asked if I saw James, my chest heaved. "No," I replied and twitched my lips. I didn't want to keep talking about him because of the emotions I felt whenever I thought of him."Emily."We turned and it was Xavier. I ran to him immediately and threw my hands around him. He hugged me back, even tighter. I couldn't believe I missed Xavier this much, it was hurting."I'm so sorry," he said as he hugged me. No one else was going to understand, not even Mom. "It's not your fault," she told him."The police found someone involved."My heart raced faster, I felt bad for James. He was going to die and I didn't want him to die in jail."Hi, excuse me." The doctor walked into us and turned to Mom. "There's been no form of abuse, she's fine.""She's fine?""Yes, she is," The doctor confirmed and gave a friendly smile.Mom gave a nod and appreciated him. She stood up from the chair and looked at me. "I need to go and feed Devin, no one is coming for him."I gave a nod, I understood h
I tried to open my eyes and the sunlight hurts them. I tried to figure out what was happening and I realized I was in someone's arm.I freed my eyes again and realized it was James and he was taking me out of the enclosed room. At that point I felt an adrenaline rush in me.He dropped me down and I felt hot tears roll down my eyes, I couldn't believe it. I hugged him right without thinking and cried into his arms.He returned the hug and just remained calm, watching me. I had no idea why I was crying and hugging him but I needed the hug.When I pulled away from his hug, he looked at me and smiled faintly. "You can do what you want now. Call the cops and tell them I rescued you from the teenagers who kidnapped you."Was he asking me to go?"Just go down the road, you'll figure your way. I'll have someone follow you from a distance just so you arrive home safely.""There's no camera Emily, I have my men dismount them so, the choice is yours. I love you."With that, he turned and entered
EMILY'S POVEvery minute I stayed locked in here makes me want to throw up. It feels like I’ve been kidnapped for years, I already lost count of days but I knew it was already weeks. My head split in pain as I tried to recall the incident. I was arguing with Xavier when I got pushed into a moving van. The details of the kidnap were blurry and I couldn’t remember much.I still have no idea how I survived the first day ‘cause panic attacks made me nauseated and disorganized. Their faces all scared life in me, I thought they were going to kill me because of how fierce they looked. The highest punishment I got for kicking one of the guy’s balls was a hard slap.It was hard enough to redden my face but not kill me, I wondered why they were being so careful with me till I overheard their discussion saying they sold me to a rich man and he didn’t want me bruised.I threw up hearing it and the rest turned out to be blurry vision and a bad headache. When I opened my eyes, I found myself in a di
I swallowed the lump that formed in my throat the moment she looked at me. I looked at Devin and he was growling like he was going to pass out.She lowered her stance to him and cleaned him up without saying anything. You would never believe they knew themselves before now. I didn't care though, I just wanted to get away and that was my concern.When she was done cleaning his wounds, she turned the first aid box to where I was and used a wipe to clean off the surface of the bruises I sustained.I flinched when her hands touched my face and the iodine dropped on my injury."Fuck."She didn't apologize or say a thing. She just turned her box away when she was done. Devin and I remained silent for a while before we heard footsteps and turned our heads in the direction if the door. She had returned with two plates of food. She dropped it in front of us with bottles of water and latched the door.Devin hungrily grabbed the plate and spooned rice into his mouth. I looked at him wondering if
My eyes glinted open and I felt a sharp pain. I could feel the chill from the breeze cutting straight through my damp body.I felt a metallic taste in my mouth, I turned and realized where I was. I was in a room with no ventilation. My face was bruised and I could feel the dried blood clot on my body. I tied to move but realized my hands were still tied to the pole and I couldn't move.My eyes turned to the growling sound and I saw the hefty man who injected Devin beating him up. He was growling as the punches landed on his body.On the other side of the room, a bloodied man was laying on the floor. Devin was getting beaten for doing that to the man. Couldn't he just wait till we realized where the fuck we were?I scoffed and struggled to break free but the ropes holding my hands together had a grip hold. I paused after several trials and just looked at Devin who looked like he was about to die. He needed to get treated because his wounds were susceptible and they looked like it was g
I walked out of the sitting room glad the police didn't want to interrogate me yet. They probably felt he was saying all that because he was accused and it made me feel a rush of relief.I opened the door to my bedroom and looked around. The mess I made on Emily's bed was still there and I didn't have the energy to clean up yet. I knew she wasn't going to yell at me for messing up her bed because she wasn't there and it hurt me to think of her absence.I turned my face away and walked to my bed. I sat on my bed and fell on my back. I looked at the ceiling, thinking of nothing but how to sneak out of the house.Devin had a plan he says we need to see and talk about. I wondered if he had other motives in mind when he sent his invitation but I was blank. I could ask him to tell me the plan over the phone but he would refuse and say it had to be a physical meeting."Fucking hell," I scoffed in an undertone and turned to the other side of the bed. It was only 8 pm and I could get some slee