"How's the bratty?" Alex asked pleasantly as he led the way for me to enter.
I unwillingly mimicked the steps he took and unmistakably found myself at the front of his bed without any intention to do so. I was startled to say the least; I was somewhat lost in my own thoughts to even comprehend neither what I was doing nor what Alex had just asked me. I frowned slightly when I saw him jump back onto his bed, a childish grin sat proudly on his face as the bed shook violently at the sudden impact. He must have been taking great delight in tormenting me with not only pressing questions but that wicked grin of his. As much as I didn't want to be here, I knew I had to suck it up the best I could. There was no way I could take on Alex and even more so, when his back up were waiting patiently in the ranks.
"Well?" He asked as he patted the space next to him, almost urging me to sit beside him but I ignored him.
"Well what?" I snapped back.
Alex smirked as he sat up, his back pressed against his wooden headboard as he almost delayed in elaborating what he meant. "How is old Jacky boy?"
That certainly did catch my attention. I eyed him carefully, trying to scrutinize the question to see if there was any double meaning behind it and knowing now of Alex's capabilities, I was more or less sure he was getting on at something. "Why are you asking me this?" I shot back. A disconcerting expression was slowly making its way onto my face the more I focused on Alex's sadistic grin. It was his choice to ignore me now, taking great delight at my urgency for a reply.
"Come sit with Uncle first." He said finally and once more he patted the open space next to him on his bed.
I hesitated for a moment, butterflies and panic suddenly ruptured in my stomach at the thought of being next to Alex but if he had information on Jack, I needed to hear it. I swallowed hard, taking a lengthy breath to brace myself before I slowly clambered onto the bed. Alex watched me with mild interest but I only put that down to the fact he was looking down my chest as I crawled up to him. Once beside him he finally gave me answers.
"I took a gooly this morning to the hospital. Thought I'd tell old Jacky boy a Raskazz about this Ptitsa I was with last night." Alex smiled callously as he saw realisation dawn onto my face. "He showed no Shilarny about you."
My stomach dropped violently. Anger flashed within me as I made a lunge at Alex only for him to grab my wrists tightly, squeezing them a little tighter than usual in order to show his dominance and to also show me my disobedience. If he was telling the truth, I was livid at the thought of him running and telling Jack that I had given myself to Alex for the price of his safety. It was bad enough me being disgusted about my actions from last night; I didn't want my brother to think any less of me. But a very miniscule part of me thought Alex was lying, Jack would be more than just concerned about me if he knew Alex had fucked his sister.
"Ah ah ah little sister." He patronized. "I would have thought you'd have learnt now with that Gulliver of yours that you shouldn't try and Tolchock me." I felt one of my hands be released and instead grabbed my face harshly causing me to flinch when he pressed on my already sore jaw. I kept quiet; I had already learnt the hard way about Alex's temper and with my body already aching, I couldn't give him another excuse to hit me, although Alex never needed an excuse to inflict pain and abuse on anyone. His face softened at my silence and there he released his hold on me. "You have so much devotion to a nazz Viv." He said simply and I was sure I detected pity in his tone.
"Jack isn't a fool Alex. Whatever you might know about my brother is all fabricated bullshit. I know my brother better than you or anyone else." I said defensively. "He would gut you like a fish if he knew what you've done to me."
Alex chuckled darkly. "I'm getting a malenky bit fagged at your stupidity Viv. I had high hopes that you weren't as gloopy as your bratty is. He doesn't care if I'm sodding you." He looked at me as if he was waiting to elaborate anymore but he needn't have to.
My face flushed red as tears prickled my eyes. "You're lying. That's all you're ever good for Alex." I said as I got up from the bed and began tearing off the Fedora from my head and untying the corset from my waist. "Here, I'm done with this game. If you wanna beat me senseless than go ahead, I don't care anymore." The more I rambled on, the more I felt myself becoming even more irate. I always hated when anyone insulted me and even more so, my brother. "I'm sure your mother would like to show what her precious son is really like; I bet she doesn't know what the great Alexander DeLarge gets up to in his spare time hmm?"
Alex watched my outburst with an unfazed expression as he lolled lazily on his bed continuing to watch me tear away the clothing he had given me in protest. "Finished?" He asked simply. I paused momentarily, half way in between unbuttoning my blouse when I glared back at him.
"No, " I spat back as I hurried over to his bedroom door trying desperately to guess the right combination in a bid to gain freedom. "It doesn't matter if I can't get out Alex, but I'm sure your mum will be able to hear me screaming so it's up to you what happens next." I threatened as I continued to twist and tug at the door knob in frustration.
"Mum's gone to work you see, so creech all you want." He said calmly, almost fuelling my fiery temper.
Knowing my only safety blanket had gone scared the anger completely out of me. A fear dwelled within my belly as my hands dropped away from the handle in defeat. I was going to get something a lot worse than a couple of hits from Alex from behaving like that and I knew it was inevitable that it was going happen any moment now.
Alex took his time dragging himself from his bed, almost savouring my comedown from the explosive tantrum. "Now now, little sister." He cooed and I could tell instantly, the pleasantry tone in his voice was far from sincere. He slowly stalked me, knowing he already had me cornered from the minute I entered the room. "You'd do well not to threaten me again Vivienne, Right right?"
I swallowed hard and nervously awaited the connection of his fist jabbing me in the stomach or some other harsh blow to my face but he resisted. He was taunting me and with doing so, taking even greater delight in my apprehension of it; like the way a cat would torment a mouse right before devouring it. I stalled.
"RIGHT RIGHT?" He shouted again causing me to flinch.
"Right!" I screamed back at him.
"Viddy well." He replied with a smug smile.
"What's different?" I piped up suddenly. Alex eyed me carefully, almost trying to decipher what I meant. "I mean, what's different about this situation? Don't you normally hit and fuck people without any cause? I would love to know why you're holding back since you could quite literally do away with me and no-one but your scummy mates would ever know about it." I pressed on.
"If the devotchka wants to filly, then filly we shall." His blue eyes glinted with something as I saw him near me. I took a step backwards, trying to keep out of his line of fire. I certainly didn't mean to antagonize him and I certainly wasn't giving him the green light to do whatever he wanted to me.
"That wasn't what I meant Alex." I tried to keep my voice strong but I wasn't the only one who heard the crack in it when I felt his hands place upon my waist.
I could smell the faint smell of musk as he leaned into me, brushing away my auburn waves to expose my neck where instead of hurting me or kissing me, he paused to ask me against the shell of my ear, "Do you like Beethoven?" It was the oddest thing I'd ever been asked. I'm not even sure who or what Beethoven was. Jack and I didn't exactly have much time or the resources to divulge into odd things like that.
"What- What is it?" I asked with a bewildered look.
I didn't know whether to flinch or laugh, the look of utter shock that was evident on Alex's face was certainly a rarity. I didn't know if he was going to hit me for my stupidity or explode into a series of excited chat about something that obviously meant a lot to him.
He almost immediately ran to his record player which I was surprised he had obtained considering they were very hard to steal. He spent little next to no time in fiddling with the various buttons before I finally heard it.
I was mesmerized by the beauty of the music, had I not realised sooner that this was the illusive Beethoven; I would have saved myself the embarrassment for mine and Alex's sake. The song progressed gracefully and I found myself getting lost within the music as it grew, quicker in tempo and louder with the instruments until suddenly the music died away briefly before coming back, louder and faster than before. I was in awe. I had never in my life heard anything like it.
Alex saw my reaction and in turn, proceeded to exceed the volume to the highest it could go.
I had forgotten my hatred for him. I had forgotten about Jack. I'd forgotten about everything that mattered, I was lost in the music and I didn't want to be found.
I hadn't noticed him in front of me until he tugged me to move with him to the bed. I complied, for fear this new found piece of heaven would end. I didn't care what he did, so long as the music continued to play.
Alex was grinning wickedly as he watched me close my eyes in bliss.
The crescendo was building in the song. Goosebumps were forming on my forearms as I listened to the final burst of music until the record stopped. When it ended however, I felt dissatisfaction. Like a drug or even sex, it had left me wanting and needing more.
Opening my eyes I looked at Alex, who I had completely forgotten had been watching my completely alien experience in mild curiosity. He seemed somewhat pleased by my reaction to it all but I couldn't and shouldn't be too sure of Alex's motives. He has no disregard for anyone other than himself, I had to keep reminding myself that.
"That was the ninth symphony. Beautiful isn't it?" He asked and I definitely noticed the eagerness in his tone.
"I loved it." I said honestly and then the repressed memories of last night and of Alex came slowly flooding back. Feeling uncomfortable again I made to move but I was cut short when Alex pulled me back onto the bed roughly.
"You know what it makes me in the mood for?" And there I saw the menacing look I saw the night before, that cold, malice look that held no remorse. I didn't answer, I couldn't. I made to stand up again but found he was painfully, pulling me to the bed. "It puts me in the mood for the old ultra-violence." He smiled wickedly and it was only then when my heart began to beat frantically.
I needed to leave, I needed to get out but I couldn't move, he wouldn't allow me to. Now the panic was really setting in.
But just as I started to work myself up into a fear stricken panic, the hold he had over me had been lifted. He was getting up from the bed and with doing so, leaving me with the option to flee and which I took gratefully.
I ran to the bedroom door again, trying every twist and turn of the handle I could in a bid to get the right combination of the door but nothing I tried was working. But Alex was far too concerned with his beloved Beethoven to notice, I could hear the music starting up again and found myself too frightened to experience the same love of the music I had done before.
I kicked and punched the door in frustration, I needed to leave this room immediately but I knew Alex wouldn't be so foolish to let me walk out of his bedroom of all places without being violated.
I felt hands grasp my sides where I was picked up from the ground, my legs and arms flailed against his toned body, my protests and screams were muted by the beautiful music as he carried me over to the bed.
He dropped me carelessly onto it, taking great delight in savoring my fearful expression as I tried to crawl away from him. He pinned me in place by dragging me back with my ankles.
He leaned over me, that trademark smirk of his never ceasing as he made to remove my jeans roughly before finally taking my mouth with own.
Wow its been a hell of a long time since I've updated this but I hope that this update is appreciated. Many thanks to everyone who put Reviewed, Favorited and added this to their Story Alerts.
I guess this chapter can come across as confusing but I would like to point out, that Vivienne does have a strong loyalty to her brother and a temper to match, she doesn't like to hear any bad word said about Jack. She looks up to her big brother. Just thought that needed to be said to clear up any confusion. And I genuinely listening to Beethoven as I wrote this, just thought it would give the story some authenticity :)
Much Love,
Kawaii Thirteen
