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Chapter 4 - Tantrums help
Alex was bored and decided that she was going to put the spell book back in Justin's room and go to sleep. She got up from the decorated desk and slided into something very comfortable such as the strapless white shirt with maching tiny shorts that Harper got her for Alex's birthday last year. She walked out into the hallway and lead herself nervously to Justin's room. Alex was at her older brother's door and was debating on weither she should go in and hand him back the book or put it in the lair downstairs. She was afraid that Justin would rant and rant at her for going into his room, but strangely she didn't care. Why was she so afraid of him now when she used to tease him so much when they were younger! She stood her ground, gulped the huge lump in her throat and put her hand on the door knob... then paused. She thought he would be less pissed if she knocked. So she knocked on the plain empty door lightly then when there was no movement or noise or anything, she knocked again only more harder. Still nothing. She decided to walk in herself. At least there would be an excuse to why she came in without permission.
Alec braced herself for a moment then put her hand lightly on the knob once again turning it cautiously while her other hand tried to hold onto the immensly huge book. She felt as if the weight of the book would literately bring her down to the floor knowing how weak she was. She walked in slowly and stood frozen at the sight in front of her for it was the most gentle thing she has ever seen. Her brother, Justin, was sound asleep, comic book settled down on his chest, facing Alex with his eyes closed, and breathing ever so softly. She refused to believe that the gentle and soft view in front of her was real. Justin, her own brother, and the most cruellest person whom she has known her whole life was this boy in a childlike sleeping position with a pained look on his soft face. Alex just stood there in a trance staring at her older brother and wondered why he had such a sad look while he was asleep. He looked like a broken helpless child that she wanted to comfort and show compassion to, but she looked away at the broken sight and was jealous all of sudden at how Justin just layed there quietly while he was sleeping. He never snored was her guess because all that was coming out of his mouth was soft short breaths and she knew that sometimes when she was a sleep all she could do was snore... but only sometimes. She sighed softly and lifted the heavy book higher in her arms as she put on the black desk lightly making sure not to wake up Justin. Alex didn't realize that it was too late. The minute she gave one sigh was when Justin snapped his eyes open and was not very pleased to see his little sister in his room without his permission.
Alex was stepping her way to the door quietly so her brother wouldn't wake up from the sudden noise. She edged closer to the door, opening it a little until a hand pushed it closed then turned her around and slamming her into the door. She winced as her eyes closed at the sudden pain in her back. She was pinned to the door with someone's hands at her wrists holding them above her head. Alex started to panic but let it go as she looked up at her brother's hungry cold gray eyes. Justin looked down at her with those empty eyes that were so broken, so not human, so fucked up... He gripped her wrists roughly leaving black and blue marks but he didn't care. She whimpered in pain looking into his eyes begging for him to stop but every time she begged the more he seemed to squeeze her delicate wrists. He loved the pain in her eyes. He wanted it to last as much as it could but then he flinched. He saw a tear slid down her cheek and softened his grasp. He still didn't let her go though.
He sighed and looked at Alex again with the hateful glare and asked roughly, "Alex...what the hell did I tell you about coming into my room without my damn permission?"
"I-I-I did, but you wouldn't answer me. I'm really sorry. I just wanted to return the book back to you incase you needed it," she told him. She was shaking from fear as she continued on, "Please Justin let me go. It hurts."
His eyes lit up with a sinical gaze staring straight at Alex. He wanted to give her more pain. Alex's tears couldn't hold in any longer. Tears were falling freely down her face and she felt so relieved to feel her wrists free from her brother's grasp. He pulled her arms down to her sides then wrapped his arms around her shoulders and hugged her lightly. She gasped at his sudden reaction and she started shaking horribly as the fear raced over her body quick. Justin smirked wickedly remembering his plan to scare the living shit out of her and decided to put it into action. He gripped her chin forcing her to look at him in a very seduced gesture and moved his lips slowly to her ear. His hands were as cold as ice. She gasped for air realizing that she was holding her breath as if she was ready for the torture. He whispered oh so seductively.
"Did I hurt you Alex?"
Alex's face felt hot. She could feel the pinkness coming up to her pale rosy cheeks. She stood frozen waiting for him to push her away and kick her out of his room. Dried tear tracks remained on her face because she was afraid that with the slightest move he would hurt her again. She couldn't move. She didn't dare move. Justin began to become impatient.
"Alex?" He questioned her ever so softly.
She looked up at him and said, "yes?"
His blazing trance softened as he asked his question again, "Are you hurt?"
She nodded.
Justin smirked and gripped her shoulders roughly causing her to flinch in pain. He looked at her with a wicked smirk. Fear took over her body all over again.
"Good," Justin said to her harshly.
Alex blinked and started to silently cry.
"Justin... let go please. It hurts. A lot," she pleaded for him to let her go.
He laughed softly, so unhuman like. Justin let her shoulders go and stepped back. He opened his door and pushed her roughly outside his door and looked at her with an emotional face.
"Go away," Justin said to her in a harsh tone then slammed his door in her face.
Alex froze paralyzed. She began to be very sleepy and dragged her feet to her room. She crawled into her bed and pulled the colorful blankets to her chin. Alex's eyes drifted slowly then soon Alex went to sleep snoring her ass off. No surprise there. Justin stared at his door for a moment then went back to his bed. He looked at the spiderman clock above the door. 12:54 a.m. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say he wasn't tired any more. Justin went to his desk and started reading the Spell Book. He started reading where he left off because he was sure his dad wouldn't be pleased if Justin didn't know the whole book by the time he gets back. Not that he cared. Justin just didn't want to be bitched at by his fucken idiot ass dad.
He sighed and started reading. He didn't understand this at all. He stared hard at the book, the words, trying to concentrate, but he always got sidetracked thinking about how he had hurt Alex enough to make her cry. She had always been the strongest person in the house. His parents were very emotional and Max was just as much as a pussy as every little boy his age was. Other girls had trembled in his presence if they knew who he was and how dangerous he was. Alex knew who he was, knew how cruel he was, she knew him so well, but she dared cross him if he had pushed her buttons a little too much. She dared talk to him the way she did, she dared get close enough to him to make him push her away, she dared to even look at him. Alex knew him so well that even she knew one look could kill or hurt, but again that girl he called his little sister still looked into his empty gray eyes with fear. However... he didn't understand why she always just stood her ground as if to show him how unafraid she could be. That she could be strong.
Justin pulled his hair very painfully. A thing he always did whenever he was confused, angry, or empty. He took out his pitch black wand and pointed it to the door. He made a silent barrier around his room so no one could hear inside the walls of his room. After casting the spell he instantly grabbed the glass vase on his small table and threw it across his room. He washed as it broke into pieces. He threw frames, clothes, flipped out drawers, flipped over the table, and broke everything that would break before he did. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment. Justin glared angrily at his fucked up reflection then suddenly his knuckles came in contact with it. The mirror shattered to pieces. Blood flowed out of Justin's knuckles, but he felt no pain. To him it was just a cut.
Justin collapsed onto the floor. He brought both of his hand to his head and gripped his hair screaming in rage. He should never feel any remorse or sympathy for no one. He shouldn't care for anyone, but... but... Why did it hurt him and excite him at the same time when he looked into Alex's scared eyes. He let go of his hair bringing them down. He had his emptionless face on again. He got up to his feet once again then looked around his room looking at the mess he had caused. With the flick of his pitch black wand everything flew all around him in quick speed and went back to their corrected places. The items that were thrown everywhere were now fixed perfectly and the shattered pieces on the floor from the mirror were now unbroken. Justin stood in the middle of the room for a bit and smirked at the opened book.
"Understanding how to use a wand has its benefits," he said looking at his clean room.
Justin layed on his bed once again letting the barrier go. He left his hand bleeding on his bed sheet telling himself that he could fix it tomorrow. Blood flowed freely over his bed not giving a shit if it went everywhere. Justin had glanced at his broken hand and smelled the scent of the crimson red liquid dripping from his knuckles. The scent invading his nostrels as he fell to sleep slowly.
Saturday
Alex snapped her eyes open as she noticed her curtains were pulled open even though she could have sworn she had closed them. She sat up in her bed realizing that Justin had been picking up her pile of dirty clothes and walking out the door. She looked at her schedule list on her broken mirror and remembered... laundry day. She sighed getting back to sleep. Justin came back into the girly messy room and gave Alex a look that can kill. He walked toward her with a menacing glare.
"Alex. You. Up. Now," Justin said with a tense voice.
Alex was too sleepy to realize what was going on. So she did the one thing that came to her mind. She stayed where she was and just pointed one finger at him.
"Justin. You. Out my room. Now," She mocked him.
Justin's blood boiled, but then let the tension go and just smirked. He grabbed her ankles then pulled them to the side of her bed so it looked like she was sleeping sideways. She quickly woke up at the sudden contact. Fear took over Alex's body once more and panicked. Justin smirked and pulled her legs a little off the bed and pulling her ankles in opposite directions. She yelped.
"No! Justin! What are you doing?!" She said yelled weakly.
He positioned himself between her legs and grabbed both of her wrists pinning them above her head. Justin dipped his head to Alex's ear and said, "don't ever talk to me like that again Alex."
Alex's eyes widened at the memory of him saying that to her down the lair when her father asked her to go get him.
Flashback
"Are you okay, Justin?" she asked.
"Don't worry about it Alex. Stop being stupid and get to bed," he said to her in a cruel voice. He smirked as he imagined her crying and thought it was a beautiful sight.
Alex stepped back a lot and she was close to tears, but kept them in and snapped at him, "Shut up! I don't get it. When did you become like this, Justin? Why are you so cold now?"
Justin was mad, but he merely smirked at her and walked really close to her. She stiffened and quickly fear took over her. He came in painful slowness. She was suddenly backed up into the wall and she forgot how to speak. Justin smirked at her fear. It was funny, it was her suspense that excited him quickly. He stuck his palms on either side of her head and leaned his head pretty low because of how short she was. Her breath suddenly bacame abnormal and she suddenly held in her breath afraid of something was going to happen to her any minute now. He just stood there in front of her looking straight into her eyes, into her fear. He loved it. Suddenly, he craved his little sister's fear. He leaned his head lower to her ear. Alex suddenly, let the breath that she was holding go and her cheeks turned a tint red.
Justin slowly let his hands drift lower and let his fingers roughly grasp her delicate waist causing her to flinch. He smirked then whispered coldly into her ear, "don't ever talk to me like that again Alex." His fingers unwrapped themselves from her waist and he slowly stepped away from her and decided to walk away, but then looked over his shoulder and said, "I'm going to bed. Don't bother me."
Flashback Fin
She shuddered at the memory for it was broken to her. Alex blinked back her tears staring into Justin's cold gray ones. He let go of her wrists and pulled away from harshly and walked to the door which was the exit of her room. Before leaving her breathless once again. He turned around and looked back at her.
"If I have to say that a third time to you little sister then it won't be good for you. So I suggest you watch your back," Justin said. The threat clear in his throat. She heard the door slam then looked over her shoulder as if on cue of how frightened she was about that comment. She turned back to the closed door.
"I know," Alex whispered. Pain caught in her lungs. She cried as if her own brother had carried out his threat already. Alex wrapped her arms around herself for comfort and fell to her knees on the pink carpet below her. She cried so much that she was actually drowning in her own tears. She was hoping it would not have had to come to this, but she could not help it. She lost control of herself. She screamed and screamed and screamed until she finally lost her breath from so much crying and screaming. She then collapsed from the little breath she held. Justin was outside her door hearing her screams of frustration. His eyes sparkled with excitement. He smirked as he felt her collapse onto the floor. Justin then pushed his back off against the door and made his to his room with the same unhuman look on his face.
