DAMON
Briella and I walked up the stairs to my room. She sat on the bed while I stood in front of her.
"Explain." I sternly grunted.
"Okay so..." she started. "I used to date him when I was like, fourteen or fifteen?"
You've got to be fucking kidding me.
"He cheated on me so I dumped him. Then he left and I never saw him again. Until recently." She added.
I sighed before sitting beside her. I couldn't believe it, he cheated on my sister? What a fucking asshole!
"I'm over it, Damon. I promise." She whispered, holding her hand out.
"That's not the point, Briella," I told her, "you can't be going after boys like him."
She put her head down, looking down at her lap. Sure, she's only a few years younger than me, but I would do anything to protect her.
"I didn't go after him..."
I grabbed her hand and squeezed lightly.
"If he does anything, I swear to god I'll kill him." I stated before walking out.
Marcus Garcia, you're in big trouble.
BRUNO
I was about to take the last burger until I realized it was gone.
The horror!
I sadly sapped in my seat, thinking how good those burgers were.
They were pure heaven.
Damon stormed in like a psycho. Walking over to Marcus, what did Marcus do?
He pulled Marcus of his seat and started beating the shit out of him. Almost breaking his nose... damn.
"WHAT THE FUCK DAMON!" Marc screamed, Briella ran down the stairs, surprised by the sight.
"DAMON STOP!" She shouted, trying to stop him.
Carlos and his gang just sat there, watching the mess.
Twining.
Damon finally stopped and stood up. Briella looked at him, fear in her eyes. What the fuck happened?
"Explain!" Rocco shouted.
Damon looked down at Marcus with murderous eyes. Analyzing him.
"This fuckface, used to be with Briella." He spat.
Wait what?
Briella looked up at us, like it was nothing.
"What?" She asked.
"WHAT THE FUCK! YOU TWO DATED?" Ian screamed. I could see Brie's demeanor change, as if she was triggered.
"Yeah, until he cheated." She explained before going off on a rant.
"Oh don't pretend like you haven't been in a relationship before. I'm sure you wouldn't act this way if I were a man!"
Good point Brie, good point.
"He's apart of a mafia Brie!" Rocco yelled back.
"So am I, also, he wasn't apart of a mafia when we were together so there's a difference. Don't be so sexist!" Her voice tired and angry.
Beck, Leo, Alejandro and I all looked at each other, smirks on our faces. Our sister is just...so fucking cool!
"Yeah tell 'em gurl!" Miguel spoke.
"So if you excuse me, I have to go and pee." Briella said, walking out of the room flipping her hair.
"Damn, she's hot." Andrew whispered, getting slapped by Miguel.
Why the fuck would you say that in front of people?
Marc looked at Carlos, frustration painted on his face.
"Look Marco," Carlos sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know my stupid ass cousin done that."
"It's fine Carlos." Marco said before leaning over Marcus.
"Get the fuck out of my house, if you ever hurt my sister again, it won't just be a broken nose." He said before storming up to Briella.
I got a badass family. Period.
BRIELLA
I walked into my bathroom, hyperventilating. Flashbacks coming back from my time with Jason. Sweat dripped from my head, why the fuck am I sweating?
Why the hell did Marcus have to get so close?
"Amore.." Marc knocked on my door. "Can I come in?"
"No, I'm sorry." I shouted. I could Marco sigh from the other side. "Come on Brie," he whispered, "I just need to see if you're okay."
I thought about it, slowly pushing my knees away from my chest. I got up and unlocked the door, sitting back down on the floor.
Marco sat beside me, he looked at me, trying to find any detection of fear.
"You're hyperventilating Brie." he whispered. "Are you okay? Did that trigger you?"
I took a deep breath in, trying to find my balance.
"Yeah...."
MARCO
Sitting beside my baby sister on the bathroom floor was something unusual of me. I'm usually cold and dangerous but with her, I want to be careful and loving. She's went through so much. I want her to trust me.
I held her hand and she burst out crying. Rocking herself back and forth.
What the fuck do I do?
I tried hushing her, rubbing her back and comforting her.
"Marc..." she sobbed.
"Yeah amore?" I calmly whispered, holding her tightly.
"I can't keep this in no more..."
Wait...what does she mean?
"I have to tell you." She tried to wipe her tears away, but they just kept falling.
I held her while she sobbed, finding her words to phrase what she was going to tell me.
"Take your time amore." I said while stroking her hair.
"I can't believe I'm going to say this... I haven't told anyone before." She whispered.
Is this... what I think it is?
"Jason..."
Oh fuck it is.
She started sobbing more, trying to control her cries and breathing.
"I got a flashback..." She sobbed, holding onto herself as if she was hurt.
"Take your time Brie, it's okay, I'm here for you."
She took a shaky breath in, before breaking our hold. She looked at me with her teary ocean blue eyes.
"Jason raped me, Marc."
Tears formed in my eyes, begging to leave. I slowly blinked, letting them fall before wiping my eyes.
She started hysterically crying again, I held her so tight, letting her know that I'm here for her.
"I'm proud of you for telling me Brie, I'm so sorry." I explained.
"Amore," I tried to strongly say, "he done the same to me."
She stopped sobbing, broke our embrace once again and looked at me. Furious rage and sadness in her eyes.
"Are you fucking serious?" She angered.
I just shook my head yes, she let out a sad sigh before hugging me again.
"I'm so sorry Marc, I'm so sorry."
She held onto my torso, she then lay her head on my chest. I put my head down on hers, rubbing her back.
"Thank you for telling me, Marco. It's not easy." She proudly exclaimed, smiling up at me. The smile still showed her sadness, we sat on the floor for an hour before getting up. Our tears wouldn't stop, they couldn't.
"Right," I said as I wiped my eyes once again, "get in your pajamas, that dress looks uncomfortable." I said tapping her head.
She sighed, fiddling with her hands. "Can I stay with you tonight?"
"Of course."
She gave downward smile before running to her closet, I laughed, trying to act as if this isn't on my mind. I left her alone and went to my room. Got changed into a shirt and shorts.
Then, Briella walked in, in my shirt and Beckham's sweatpants.
"Is that...mine?" I asked.
"It's mine now mwahahahahaha." She evilly laughed.
What a monster!
That's my favorite shirt!
She got in beside me, took her meds and fell asleep. I stroked her hair while I scrolled through my phone.
I promise Briella, I will protect you from now on.