My Overprotective Brothers

Chapter 37

"Amber your bath will get cold soon! Let's get you undressed munchkin." He exclaimed and started undressing my comfy bed clothes, stripping my top and leggings off and leaving me in my undergarments.

Soon as he removed my top and leggings I swear I saw his eyes darkening with rage and anger as he observed my underwear.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID THIS COME FROM!" Jason boomed in anger whilst pulling the strings of my bra and underwear.

I looked down to the bra and panties Finnick brought me, I must say it was bit saucy and revealing but I didn't see the harm in them at the time. They were both dark red and lacy, practically see-through and It didn't take much looking to notice what I looked like behind the thin cheap fabric.

"Walmart," I whisper, hanging my head low whilst under Jason's intense stare that could burn holes in the cheap undergarments.

"Me, Grey, Dylan and Isaac are the ONLY people to buy you your bras and panties, ONLY US GOT IT!" He screamed dramatically whilst ripping them apart and throwing both ripped undergarments in the trash carelessly as if the lacy fabric was diseased and heavily contaminated with lice and skin eating bacteria.

"It DOES NOT fit our list of requirements for your underwear Princess! I DO NOT want to see that disgusting filth clinging to your precious body EVER AGAIN!" he screamed whilst pacing back and forth in rage.

See? This is what I have to deal with every time I go shopping with my brothers.

If you think Jason's outburst was overdramatic, then you want to see the rest of my brothers, ESPECIALLY Dylan....

I still have nightmares just thinking about all shouting in the dressing rooms with my brothers slating each piece I try on, and when we get the cashier, she thinks that one of my brothers is my boyfriend because of the possessiveness and the shouting she hears from the other side of the store where I would try them on. The embarrassment kills my confidence every time we go.

Whenever we would go outside to the mall, bowling or to a family meal at a restaurant. People would think that one of my brothers was my boyfriend or husband from all the clinginess and extreme possessiveness each of them shows me in public. My parents would laugh every time an old lady would waddle to our table at a meal and comment how cute me and one of my brothers were together, saying how adorable and lovey-dovey of a couple we were. I internally die of horror and embarrassment every time it happens, and it's happens a lot more frequent than you think.

My brothers like it when it happens because it keeps guys away from me, thinking that I'm already taken. But I hate it because it rips away my freedom and the chance to experience a relationship that I desperately crave.

I have always had a fairytale fantasy to one day meet my prince charming and spend the rest of my life with them and have an adorable family. Have twin girls and twin boys to dress up in cute dresses that Dylan would make them specially. Then provide them a feast that Grey has made us so we can stuff our faces with delicious food. Also having a weird creepy uncle -Which would definitely be Isaac and him chasing the kids around the mansion and making them laugh and giggle till their out of breath. Then having uncle Jason attack them in hugs and kisses that he would do to me every morning, showering them in unconditional love and cherishing them from the harsh cruel world out there...

Well, a girl can dream.

I slip away from my fantasy by the hot water piercing my skin and leaving hot tingles prick my body and warm my face. Jason placed me in the bath and started combing my hair, washing it with a sweet coconut shampoo and conditioner then cleaning my body.

I was so used to this now that I don't think its weird in the slightest. I don't tell people about this because I know everyone is fully capable of teasing me and the chance of getting again bullied is very high so I shut my mouth about it, keeping it to ourselves.

"Did he do this to you?" Jason whispered painfully when observing my stomach that is littered with slashes, cuts and dark bruises from his countless harsh beatings he would inflict if I were to piss him off in the slightest.

I nod my head sadly, pulling my legs up to my chest and hugging them tightly, curling up into a protective ball that I would do every time I were to get picked on at school or when Jade and her gang would follow me home and pounce on me then when I was at my weakest and most vulnerable.

"Oh my angel." Jason whispered very quietly under his breath. He picked me up out of the water and wrapped a warm lilac towel tightly around my fragile frame.

He quickly changed me into his oversized shirt and my burgundy jogging bottoms with a grey sports bra and matching grey panties.

"I am not letting any man get their filthy hands on your skin ever again." He said and I nodded my head, knowing after all that has happened in the last week.

I am never getting a boyfriend ever again...

*****

Hey guys!

This week I want to do things differently.

Instead of me writing questions about the chapter, I want to ask YOU, my lovely readers some questions!

Do you have any siblings that are this possessive with you?

Are your parents or siblings as crazy as the ones in this book?

Do any of your siblings insist on buying your underwear and have a mental list of requirements they go by to see if they're appropriate for you to wear?

Tell me about your crazy families in the comments so we can all have a laugh!

-Mari