There was something about this time, when the sun isn't up yet but it's still light out, when it's not cold but it's not warm either. There's no one around, no laughing kids, no suntanning girls, just the gentle lapping of the waves meeting the beach. I kick my shoes off under the tower, the sand damp under my toes. Sitting there in the tower, looking out at the endless expanse of open sea ahead of me, my mind wanders off.
"Brody what the fuck are you doing," Mitch exclaims as he makes his way up to where I had dozed off.
"I-I-I don't know man I was just thinking about the girls' party tonight and I guess I dozed off. I'm sorry," I stuttered out, my mind trying to comprehend the large clock behind Mitch's head.
" You can't be slacking off here Bieber, when we slack off, people die. Grab a drink, you look like shit. Come on we're going for a run."
The morning passed uneventfully, the blandness allowing Mitch time to lecture me about the importance of our job not once, but four times.
Just as he started on about the stupid look I always have on my face, Summer waltzed up the steps, stunning as usual.
We sat in the sand, the cool shade from the pier thrown over us, blocking the burning rays of the sun. We joked, sharing a kiss or two, when Summer turned to me, suddenly very serious.
"Matt what are we? I mean we do it all the time, and we joke around about dating, but what are we?" Her head turned expectantly, eyes begging for an answer I didn't know how to give.
"I don't know, I guess we should date," I mumbled.
"Never mind, that was so stupid, I should get back to the tower," Summer jumped to her feet, trying to hide her disappointment.
I grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face me, our noses almost touching. I pulled her close, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead as that goddamn gorgeous smile peeked through. She kissed me back a little more forcefully, pressing her toned body against mine.
"I don't mean to interrupt but my oh my Brody," a familiar voice cut in, sending a shiver down my spine. It had been over a year since I heard it and I prayed I never would again. We turned to look, as I instinctively stepped in front of Summer, hoping that this wouldn't end how it always seems to.
"Who's this pretty little plaything? Brody finally got himself a bitch?" he smirked, quickly closing the gap between us. I could feel Summer's breath warm on my neck, shallow and rapid as she stepped out beside me.
"Who the fuck are you?" she questioned, hands on her hips as she came face to face with the man.
"Your little boyfriend here didn't tell you about me? I'm hurt," he pouted, " I'm Matt's foster brother Nick."
Her head whipped to look at me, confused by the tense air between us all.
"Give me a hug little brother, this isn't how you're supposed to greet me after months of not seeing each other."
He grabbed me tight, one hand digging his fingernails into my back, the other wrapped tightly behind my neck. He smiled and hugged Summer briefly.
"I missed you so much brother, when will you be off? We absolutely need to catch up!" he smirked.
"Actually we were just headed back to the tower, Brody is done now if you guys want to go catch up. And Nick, you should totally come to our party tonight. It's going to be wild," Summer smiled, drinking in the handsome body of my foster brother.
"Oh of course I'll come! If that's okay with you Brody," he asked, hand resting awkwardly on my shoulder.
I shrugged, afraid of what might happen if I said no, and we made our way over to the tower. Summer hugged me goodbye and made me promise to be on time to her party, as my heart sank at how excited she was to meet my brother.
It was just my luck that we walked up behind the rippling muscles of none other than Mitch Buchanan as we reached Chen's. Nick reached up and tapped him on the shoulder before I could register what was happening, as Mitch turned around to see the two of us.
"Hey there, I'm Nick. You must work with my dear brother here lifeguard, who might you be?" he stuck his hand out, smiling wide at the large man.
Mitch glanced at me, before shaking his hand and replying, "Nice to meet you, Summer mentioned that she ran into you. I'm Mitch, you're coming to the girl's party tonight right?"
"For sure! I wouldn't miss out on the chance to party with my brother again. Remember that time at Brooklyn's party Matt? You got so drunk that you made out with her brother, always a party animal this one," Nick clapped me on the back just as the young man at the window called at Mitch to order.
"Well I gotta run but I'll see you tonight," Mitch smiled as he gathered up the food and took off towards Tower 1.
We ate in silence, me staring down at my food as I choked it down, too scared to eat but also too scared not to, as he watched me quietly.
We were just out of sight, when Nick smashed me up against the cool brick of the restaurant, his lips crashing onto mine. I struggled, but he pinned my arms against my side as his body pressed up hard on mine.
I stumbled, shocked by the suddeness of the kiss, when his hand snaked down my trunks and slipped below the waistband. Terrified, I pulled him into the vehicle shed behind us, my legs hitting a cart, sending me flying flat on my back. I tried to push him off, as he punched me hard in the eye, it swelling instantly and I could already feel the bruising. He yanked my trunks down, his clammy hand grasping my member tightly, as he forcefully slid up and down my length. I laid there unable to move, mind blank until he finally sat back on his knees with a devilish grin.
"Miss me brother? That was no way to greet your beloved foster brother. And who was that gorgeous chick? She clearly has no standards if she'll fall all over you, but despite the stupid, she is crazy hot." he clicked his tongue on his lips, waiting for me to process what just happened.
"You-you stay away from her. She didn't do anything and she's-she's-she's not stupid," I stuttered, sitting up shaking.
"Tsk-tsk bitch, I thought you understood by now that what's yours is mine," Nick laughed, before smacking me hard across the face.
My legs wobbled violently, threatening to send me flying back to the ground as we made our way to the house that I shared with Mitch.
It was far larger than I had initially known, even more so when CJ moved out to live with Summer.
I left Nick in front of the TV as I made my way to the shower, careful to lock the door behind me. The steam billowed around me as I allowed myself to register what was happening. Why was he here, why did he come find me again? How did he know where to come, and how was I going to keep hiding this all from the rest of the team?
My body slumped as I leaned against the cool tile, jumping out of my skin when a soft hand stroked my shoulder blade.
"Naughty boy, you know I can pick locks. Took me a whole 2 minutes," Nick smirked as he pressed his naked member against my stomach. My back was pressed into the corner, before he flipped me around, grabbing my ass.
"Bend over bitch," he commanded.
As much as I hated myself for doing it, I obeyed, leaning over as the first smack landed on my ass. Eighteen more, leaving my arse raw and beet red, tears streaking down my face as I tried not to cry out. The spanking resided, and a second later I felt an unwanted pain in my backside as he slipped his finger into me. Quickly stretching me, he rammed into me. The tears kept falling, as I prayed it to be over soon. He slammed into me, a ripping feeling caused from no foreplay and nothing to make the task smoother. After what felt like decades but was actually only a couple minutes, he slid out of me with a sloppy kiss to my mouth before he dried off and left me sore and bloody on the shower floor.
After God knows how long, I heard a knock on the door and Mitch calling out to me. I dried off, pulling on the sweatpants and hoodie I had left on the sink.
"Holy shit, Nick said you fell hard but he didn't say that the ground decided to kick the shit out of you," Mitch grimaced as he took in my pained stance and dummied face. I shrugged, pushing past him towards my room, leaving a confused Mitch watching me down the hall.
The party was in full swing when the three of us showed up, one frisky young couple already half naked on the front lawn. Nick followed me closely, hand resting awkwardly on the small of my back, as he attracted the attention of men and women alike. The one thing we do have in common is our godlike features, our charms wooing even the butchiest of men.
We made our way out back, where I could see CJ grinding aggressively on Ronnie, and Summer laughing alongside them. They waved, a concerned look overtaking Summer's smile as she noticed my swollen face.
Nick "explained" what happened, claiming that I had tripped on our way home, rolling my ankle and getting a face full of gravel. Everyone believed him, after all, I was limping along like a lost puppy dog and there is no other reasonable explanation for the way I looked and felt.
The night dragged on, as I hit shot after shot, hoping that the alcohol would wipe the last 24 hours from my head, even if it was just for a little while.
It was a little after two when I smashed into Mitch, drunk as can be and super anxious. Nick kept touching me-under the table, pulling my hand, stroking my hair, as he told embarrassing stories of my younger days to my coworkers. I managed to slip away, after throwing up everything I had drank plus our lunch from Chen's, and now I had Mitch standing in my way of the door, arms crossed angrily.
"What the fuck is going on with you Brody? I'm taking you home, you're going to hurt yourself. You haven't gotten this drunk since Leeds' party, you're jumping out of your skin, and you definitely just threw up."
I tried to formulate an answer, but my brain was spinning as much as my legs were shaking and I couldn't find the words. I looked up at him, but before I could answer, everything went black as I hit the ground.
I don't know what happened after but I woke up naked in bed, with Nick beside me, more bruises peppering my body. My entire being ached, my head pounding as I slipped out of bed, putting together the terrible events that must have happened after I ran into Mitch.
I grabbed some Aspirin from the cabinet as I bent over the counter, trying to keep from punching the window in front of me. I turned around to flop on the couch when I was met with the same disapproving look I had last seen before my blackout.
"You must feel as shitty as you look after last night princess, you're lucky Nick brought you home and helped you to bed because I'm sure he was more forgiving than I would have been."
My mind raced as I thought of all the responses I could give, that what Nick did was certainly far worse than anything that Mitch would have done.
Instead I just put my head down.
"I'm sorry Mitch, I really am."
He shook his head before turning on his heels, heading out for his shift without a word. I was more than grateful that I didn't have to work today, I'm not sure how I would explain the bruises that had appeared since last night's fiasco. I knew one thing for sure, and that was that I can't stay with Baywatch, not with Nick around now. I couldn't bear them falling all over him, like everyone always does. I just end up hurt, and I fuck up everything good going for me.
I'm going to have to run away again