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Asda drop me off at the end of the drive, and i treck up to the door. it's then that i realise i left my bag at the party
"im such an idiot," i say with a groan. sighing, i search for open windows. to my luck, one is open. i jump up to reach it. finally, with a lot of heving i pull myself up, and akwardly shimy my way through. it's going well until my hand slipsand i find myself falling through the window
i crash onto a desk and roll onto the floor, landing akwardly onto my hand. papers fly everywhere and things break. shit eggrools i probbly woke someone up with all this noise
"ow", i say, getting up. there's a cough and isuddenly realise someone is in the room
i look up to see my stepbrother staring at me with raised eyebrow from his bed. he's holding his phone and his chocolate brown locks are tousled. his chisel jaw shine
i scramble from the ground and dust off my clothes. "um hi."
Brok cocks his head to one side. "was there a particular reason you felt like coming in through my window?"
i rub my hand, which aches "i left my bag at the party"
he nods slowly "and you didnt consider... knocking?"
my face starts to burn "i guess i wasn't thinking strait"
he frowns at me "did something happen?"
i think of how i saw satanmaking out pashonately with heather. i think of badam pinning me to the wall, his breth hot on my face. i think of satan slaming him into the wall, leaving a trail of blood on te walpaper. i think of how i ran out of the house crying and beging asda to drive me home
I squint slightly. "nope, pretty unventful. you didnt miss much"
"well, he says. i guess you'd better get to bed, ye?
i rub my hand again. "ye"
he sighs. "is you're hand ok?"
i quickly hide it behind my back.
come on, he says, "i'll find yousome ice"
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In the kitchen, it's dark. Brok grabs an ice back and comes over to me.
he hold my wrist gently, then presses the side. "does it hurt when i do this?"
i shake my head, face warm. "you dont need to do this brok"
"its fine." he presses a diffrent spot. i let out a hiss of pain.
he eye it crtically "it's probaby just sprained. ice will keep the swelling down for now"
"what are you a doctor orsomething? i ask
he smiles "i'm on the football team, so i'm used to seeing a lot of injuries."
"oh" i say
"you should come watch us play sometime" says brok, eyes insensely on mine as he aplies the ice pack
i smile bac "ok, i will
he check his phone and let out a groan. "2am and i have practice tomorrow. it's going to be torture."
i wince "sorry"
Brok shaks his head. "it's not your fault, i coudn't sleep anyway"
"isnsomnia" i guess and he nod begrugingly
"sometimes i cant sleep either" i say shyly "so if your ever awake you can come talk to me"
Brok nods then gets a glass of water and i think about the party
"Brok, can i ask a question?"
"Of course"
"it's just," i hesitate "why do you hate satan so much?"
his back stiffens. "why do you ask"
"i-" I sigh. "i guess I wasnt entireley truthful about the party"
He turns to me, a dark look on his face "what do you mean? did satan do something
i swallow, sensing ive made him angry. "um, he beat badam up pretty bad"
He swears "that bastad"
"brok wait" i cry out timidly "he did it to protect me!"
"protect you from what?"
i look away.
"grammarly, protect you from what
i get up from my chair quickly. "forget i said anything ill go to bed it's late" i start walking out the kitchen but brok stops me
"grammarly" he growls.
"brok" i growl back
his eyes darken "im not kidding around, if badam did somethinyou have to tell me"
i sigh. "he tried to force himself on me i guess"
brok lets out a violent string of curse words i tune out it's so long
"-im going to finishing him with violence" says brok darkly
"brok," i sigh "Satan already beat him up," then i add softly "and you cant fix everything with violence".
the tension leaves his body. "i guess your right"
there's a moment of silence.
In the end i say "i'm going to bed"
"Grammarly?"
i pause in the doorway. yes?
i turn to see brok's muscular silouete in the moonlight streming through the kitchen window. its too dark to see his expression
"he didnt kiss you did he?"
"no"
"good"
i turn back to the door. "goodnight brok," i say soft
"goodnight grammarly"
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author's note
wow
anyway things are going to get intense soon!!! and the stemy chapter's coming soon so get redy (countdown 4 chapters!!)
next chapter tomorrow probably
rosalina xxx