More Than A Brother?

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***first little part is Katelynn's dream; some intense scenes**

Katelynn's POV

"Say you love me!" Mark ordered. He had his legs on either side of my naked body and was holding both of my arms above my head with one hand while the other was trailing over my jaw line.

I shook my head. I didn't have the strength to say no.

He slapped me hard, making my cheek bleed.

"I love you," I barely whispered, afraid of getting hit again.

He looked at me angrily, "Don't mumble!"

"I love you," I managed to say louder.

A grin of satisfaction crossed his face.

..............

I woke up screaming. I was panting and crying. I brought my hand up to my cheek making sure that it wasn't bleeding.

There was no blood and I started to catch my breath, counting silently in my head like my therapist had taught me after the incident.

After I had calmed down enough I reluctantly went into the bathroom and washed my face trying to get rid of the trails my tears had left on my face. I looked into the mirror and my eyes were all red and puffy and my nose was stuffed from all the crying last night. I was glad of being alone today, I don't think I would've had the strength to confront anyone about yesterday.

I made my self some breakfast, moving ever so slowly, not really in the mood for doing anything but sleeping. Then as soon as my eggs were done cooking someone knocked on the front door beside the small kitchen.

I made my way over to the door slowly. My heart started racing. What if Mark had come back to hurt me? What if it was one of his friends here to take me to him? My head filled with a ton of questions similar to this as I looked through the peep hole on the door. I breathed a sigh of relief as I realized it was only Colten.

I opened the door smiling before I remembered that I was only in boy shorts and a tank top. And to make it worse, my eyes were still red and puffy and my hair was going a million different ways. Why did I open the door again?!

Colten slowly raked his eyes down my body. The bulge in his pants told me he appreciated the lack of clothing.

I cleared my throat and crossed my arms across my chest. His eyes shot up to my face before going back down to my boobs eyeballing them with wide eyes.

"How many times do I have to tell you my eyes are up here!" I said, faking annoyed.

He ran his hand through his hair nervously and let that hand rest on the back of his neck as he seemed to remember why he was here. "By the looks of things, every time I see you because you just keep getting more beautiful every time I look at you," he smirked looking into my eyes.

A slight blush crept up onto my cheeks as he said that. He really was sweet, but I don't think I could ever see myself dating a guy like him. He's probably slept with more girls than I can count and would probably only be looking for one thing with me. That which I wasn't willing to offer. Plus, now that he knew what had happened to me he probably would start treating me like a sister.

"Are you always that sweet, or only when you see a half dressed girl?" I quipped as I leaned against the door crossing my legs

"Usually always, but I just happened to be sweet while your standing there in that really tight tank top and your panties," he smirked.

I rolled my eyes, "What do you want?"

His face hardened as a face of seriousness and concern crossed it. He slid both of his hands into his denim jeans pockets looking down at his bright blue shoes. Was he nervous? Why would he be?

"Umm, Katelynn, I just wanted to make sure you were okay after last night." he said while looking into my eyes.

His blue eyes were filled with concern and I could tell he was waiting for me to break down and start crying at any moment.

I just stood there for a few moments, looking into his perfect, ocean blue eyes. Had he really come just to make sure I was okay?

"Well," my voice was quieter than before, I shifted so I was standing straight, no longer supported by the door, "Honestly, I'm still kind of afraid that he's going to come back and hurt me."

He reached his hand out to mine as he said, "Trust me that piece of trash will never hurt you again. He's gonna be in jail for a while and if after that beating he got last night, he'd be seriously stupid to come back and try to hurt you."