[A/N]
I know, I know, I suck at writing in Stephen's POV. Hopefully, the previous chapter will be the last of that.
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Does Cena have a crush on Randy?: I'm still not sure about it, it's just my Centon feelings kicking in. So, maybe.
Song of Chapter: Heart Attack-Demi Lovato
(08)
Finally.
I could put on shoes. For the past few days my footwear had been limited to only socks or nothing at all, but now that the cut in my leg was healed, I had no problem walking freely. I put on my old beat up Nike high tops, admiring the sight. Yeah, I was still a kid in heart. I stood up, flexing my leg and feeling how fit it was. All was thanks to… Stephen.
Him, I hadn't seen even for a second since two days ago. And I didn't want to. With him I had no business. In my eyes, he was just a selfish prick who only cared about his shit. I couldn't understand his mood swings, and that didn't settle well with me. What was he trying to play at? Was there something else besides craving to sleep with me?
"Good morning," I looked up to see Mrs. Farrelly smiling lightly. Her usually lose hair pulled back into a bun, the red in her hair contrasting with bright blue eyes, which reminded me of Brock's. though, his were lighter than Mrs. Farrelly's. I smiled back, then copying her when she frowned seconds later. "Where's Stephen?"
Fuck.
They didn't know that we had two separate rooms. I pulled over a mask, a look of worry washing up my face. "He's in his own room. I didn't want to hurt his broken ribs…"
"He has broken ribs?" she asked worriedly, her blue eyes turning a shade lighter as her eye brows furrowed.
I was surprised. "He didn't tell you?"
"No," she shook her head. "And you didn't either, though I know that you had a fair reason. Your leg is feeling better now?"
"Yes," I answered honestly, noticing that her worry deepened when she glanced at my leg. "I'm fine now."
"Then we can have breakfast downstairs. I really missed you," she gave me a genuine smile.
"Really?" I asked, utterly astonished. I mean, I haven't even talked that much with her since the first day meeting her. It was odd.
"Your presence is such a pleasant thing," she laughed, her chuckles twinkling through the room. The corners of my lips twitched, for a smile or for a pout I didn't know, but times like this reminded me of my own mother. "Well then, I'm expecting you at the table in half an hour. I must go check up on Stephen. He hasn't come out of his room since…. That happened. I need to give him these letters." She sighed, rubbing her temples in a tired manner.
"If… if you want to, I can give him those," as soon as those words left my lips, I wanted to punch myself. What was I thinking?
"That would be grateful," she exhaled in relief, giving me a wide smile. There was no turning back. giving her a stiff nod, I took the stuffed envelopes from her hand and lea her out of the room, closing the door behind me. "Make him come with you?"
A hint of red tainted my cheeks, as what she said rhymed with another word. Gee, glad to know I owned a dirty mind. Clearing my throat and forcing back the blush, I nodded. "I'll try…" I watched for a moment as she walked away, after giving me a pat on the back. Then my eyes shifted to the door in front of me, which lead through to Stephen's room. Why was I in this situation again? Oh yes, because I couldn't keep my bloody mouth shut.
I raised my hand and touched the door knob. I was about to turn it, when it was suddenly wrenched open from inside. Gasping, I stepped back, the letters slipping through my fingers and falling to the floor. I froze, when I didn't see the one I expected to see. Then my eyes casted lower. "Evelyn?"
"Ran-Ran!" She squealed, bouncing on her feet. A grin spread across my lips at the small ball of energy, who was holding a newly opened box of watercolors, paint still oozing out of the tubes and dripping out of the box and pooling on the carpet. Evan would have to go through hell to clean it. "Where were you?" she pouted, when I crouched down and took the box from her hands, but not before placing the letters on the nearby stand. Paint smeared all over my hands, but I chose to ignore it.
"Just in my room. I had a… boo in my leg and couldn't walk," I caught her hands when she tried to wipe them in her dress and shook my head. "No, baby, not on your dress. What were you doing with these anyway?" I frowned. In Stephen'sroom?
"Painting," she said in a 'duh' voice, giving me a flat look.
"Painting?" I echoed. There was something fishy about the look she was flashing me.
"Yes," she nodded vigorously, putting her paint smeared palms on my shirt, gently pushing me back. "Let's go eat," there was definitely something weird going on.
"You go… I'll come later. I need to wake Stephen up," when I tried to get up, she put her arms around my neck, stopping me from doing so.
"But I want you to eat with me," she pouted so adorably, which managed to get a smile on my face again. Who could say no to that cute face? Slipping my arm under her, I lifted her up, making her sit down on my arm.
"Your mom told me to wake your brother up," I gave her a serious look, but she just tightened her arms around me.
"Steph is still sleeping," she complained, glaring at nothing in particular. Then I heard she mutter 'lazy head' in a low voice, probably at Stephen. Chuckling, I glanced towards the bed when I heard a groan. Stephen must be waking up… then I froze.
What the fuck?!
I looked at the watercolor box in my hand, and Evvy in my arm, and then at Stephen who was staring at his paint smeared hands. Apparently, Evelyn had been sleep walking and imagined Stephen's face as a canvas.
I just got screwed. Evelyn followed my gaze and looked at Stephen, who was glaring at the both of us. Then she squealed, loudly. My blood ran cold, as Stephen started to get out of the bed. I needed to get out of there. sparing only a glance at Stephen, I swiftly turned away, hurrying down the stairs. Evelyn was now giggling as her master plan succeeded. And I was left to fuck myself. I almost collided with Evan on the way, and did, against John. He took a hold of my arm, his death grip making my escape delay.
"What the hell is going on?!" he demanded, his eyes frantically running up and down on a horrified me and a hysterically laughing Evvy.
"Let me go! He's coming!" and right then I heard Stephen shout my name. Shoving Evelyn and the box of watercolors into John's hand, spinning around to face Evan who was approaching us with an incredulous look in his face. "Hide her!" I only wasted a moment before taking a sprint to wherever my legs took me. and faintly, I noticed that I was running up the staircase that lead to the right side of the house. All the rooms on that side- according to Evan- were for the guests who would arrive for various occasions. My footsteps echoed through the empty, hollow hallways, and my fussy mind did not take in the eerie silence.
Even though it was morning, the corridors were lit up with decorative bulbs, making the halls dim-lit. as the adrenalin rush inside me faded, the sound of my heart beating booming in my ears. My lungs were burning for air, but I paid only half attention to breathe while I strained my ears to hear if anyone was coming this way. Why was I making such a fuss out of this again? One, obviously, I will be the one who he'd blame. Secondly, I did not want to be alone with him, because he is not one to be trusted.
my heart jumped to my throat as I heard my name being called again, and again, the second time a bit more louder than the first. I backed away, wildly searching for a place to hide. These rooms were probably locked, but I had to try my luck. Then again, luck was for losers.
All the knobs I twisted and turned were no use, because none of the rooms were unlocked. I cursed myself inwardly, as I heard heavy footfalls. There was no time, and I would have to face Stephen. A few steps back I took, and my back hit a door with a dull thud. Here he comes-
I was on the floor. I was on the fucking floor, with Brock hovering over me. as soon as I parted my lips to say him to get off me, he clasped one of his big, meaty hands over my mouth, sealing my lips. My breath hitched, as I stared at him wide eyes. he wasn't looking at me, but his eyes were focused on the closed door. I was in his bedroom. Wriggling underneath him, I tried to bite his palm.
"Shh," he turned to me, and whispered. His cold, icy eyes bore into mine, making me freeze over. There was no denying that I was afraid to be around this man. Not after what he said to me a day ago. I was more than grateful that he was not pressing against me, because if he did, I would have passed out by the second. And the bulge that was visible to me was not helping the situation either. Even to me I sounded like such a pansy. I heard someone call my name, and for a second I felt like letting myself caught to Stephen was way better than this.
For a few minutes later the person outside the room left, the sound of him walking away fading by the passing second. However, I could not sigh in relief. Then Brock removed his hand from my mouth, and I could breathe freely, but I found myself being unable to do that. It was as if Brock had sucked all the air around and between us.
"I see that someone has been curious to explore the house," his deep humorless chuckles reached my ears. His hands moved to my hips, pinning them to the floor. My breathing increased to the point where I was literally panting.
"I-I was j-just-"
"you should not wander alone…" his face leaned down. "It's not safe…"
"G-get off," I whispered, pushing him away from me, to which he didn't even bulge. "Please…"
"You plead so beautifully," he chuckled again, his eyes darkening as they casted towards somewhere lower, down past my face. Then they shifted to mine again, one hand leaving one of my sides. The back of his knuckles brushed across my cheek. "So young…"
"You're insane," I shook my head, forcing back a shiver. "You're fucking crazy."
His hand shot up and wrapped around my throat, squeezing hard. I inhaled sharply, clawing at his hand. "I'm not crazy," he growled, squeezing down again. I choked, black spots starting to appear in my vision as I writhed violently under him. He was blocking my windpipe, and I gasped for air, my head swimming with the force he was pressing upon me. "I'm not crazy," he whispered the last part, before letting go of me. I breathed hard and fast, wriggling out under him and backing away, until my back hit the edge of his bed. I touched my throat, which was still shooting jolts of pain shooting up my jaws. Wiping away the tears that had flowed out of my eyes, I let my eyes wander to Brock, who was kneeling on the ground a few feet away from me, staring at his hands.
Between the anger and fear I felt towards him, there was something in the position he was in. he looked… sympathetic. I absent mindedly shook my head. Stumbling to my feet, I scurried towards the door, keeping as much as distance away from him. There was a tug at my chest as I closed the door behind me, it was as if I was locking him in a prison. The last glimpse I caught of him awakened a wrenching feeling in my heart, but I refused to let it take over my mind. I had no business with him.
Lost in my thoughts I made my way downstairs, crossed the living room, and made it to the staircase which led to my room. Loud giggles made me look at the direction they came from, and I found myself staring at Stephen who was tickling Evelyn in the kitchen. And then I realized what I was supposed to be doing, and I hurried to my room. For a long time I washed my hands in the bathroom, not because I wanted o but because Brock was invading my mind. The way he said he was not crazy….
It was as if he was convincing himself… I turned off the tap, my hand going to my throat as I stared at the finger marks on my skin. They will definitely receive unwanted attention. "Gotcha!" Hands snaked around my waist. I gasped, spinning to face Stephen who had a devilish grin spread across his face. "Prankster number one, problem solved. Now it's time for prankster number two, who is gotta be the mastermind behind the plan."
I sighed, dropping my gaze to the floor and slightly bowing my head. I placed my hands on his, which were gripping my hips. "It was all, Evelyn, Stephen. I was at the wrong place, in the wrong time."
"Really, now?" he asked, and I could imagine him cocking an eye brow at me. "Even if you didn't take part in it, you helped her escape… admit it, or you will face the consequences." I looked at him again, frowning. Consequences? "You're wondering what the consequences are, aren't you?" struggling to force back the flush on my cheeks I glared at him.
"Hands off," I grumbled, slapping his hands on my waist. How can he act like nothing happened the last time we were together? He was such a-
I gasped, feeling his hands slip under my t-shirt. "I can't let you go without giving a little punishment," he cooed, and then wriggled his fingers at my sides. I bit down on my bottom lip, trying not to laugh. I was ticklish, God dammit! I knew my face was red by holding back. And then he did something with his fingers, and I bursted into a fit of chuckles. "Say you're sorry, and I'll let you go."
"I d-didn't… oh God… do anyth-anything," I hit his chest, but he pressed against me hard, my lower back pressing hard against the rim of the sink. "STEP-STEPHEN…. PLEASE…. I CA-CAN'T.. AHAHAHAHA, NO… OH MY GOD… HAHAHA," I was hysterical, writhing like a fish that had accidentally jumped out of the water. I was feeling dizzy, and I was on the verge to give up when his fingers stopped tickling. Panting, I let my head fall to his shoulder. That was one hell of a torture. His hands replaced themselves on my hips again, and he gently jerked his body forward, so I had to pull back. my face was still burning and I refused to look at him. It was embarrassing. However, I did not apologize. Why would I, when I had done nothing wrong?
His lips landed on mine, stealing a kiss. Instinctively my arms went around his neck, but I didn't pull him closer, neither did I pull back. his lips molded into mine, nipping on my bottom lip and sucking for a few seconds occasionally. I just stood there, my lips slightly parted, waiting until his assault is over. It took him a few more moments to pull away, but then his lips planted kisses all over my neck. For the briefest moment, I felt like he mouthed 'missed you' against my skin. my heart skipped a beat. Then he froze, his body tensing up and stiffening.
Shit.
In lightning speed he pulled back, his hands grabbing my arms.
"You let him touch you?!" he growled, and again, I found my heart beat speeding up.
"N-no… I… I accidentally crossed his path," I stuttered, dropping my gaze. "And I said something I shouldn't have…" I whispered, bowing my head again. His grips on me tightened, as if asking what I had said. "I… I told him he was… crazy…"
"Fuck," he cursed, more like to himself than to me. "Are… are you hurt?"
I simply shook my head, unable to look at him.
"Never say that to him again," Stephen replied, freeing me. I expected a blow from him.
"But… it isn't that serio-"
"Of course it was fucking serious," he snapped, and I flinched. "To him." My eyes questioned him, and I knew he understood it but he turned his back to me, ignoring. "Just… forget it." then he walked out of the bathroom, gesturing me to follow him. Obeying him, my legs started to walk behind him. He stopped at my closet, opening the door and searching for something. "Strip."
Despite what happened a few seconds ago, I blushed furiously. "W-what?"
"I said, strip. You can't come to breakfast in that shirt," and it made me look at my t-shirt, which had paint prints of Evelyn's hands. I smiled slightly, but then looked at Stephen. I only had to take off my shirt, right?
I heard him mutter how shitty my wardrobe was. Three quarters of it were filled with designer clothes and it still wasn't good enough for him. I shook my head in disbelief and stripped off the shirt, crossing my arms over his chest until he handed me a new one. humming in satisfaction, he turned to me. I didn't miss the way his eyes darkened, as he tossed the shirt to my hands. "We're going shopping later," he stated, his eyes moving to a certain spot. I looked down, noticing that he was staring at the silver chain around my neck. "What's this?" he came closer and touched the Aries pendant.
"Something that my mom gave me," I said in a low voice, moving away from his touch and turning my back to him until I slipped on the t-shirt. He made no comment, and offered his hand at me. hesitating only a second, I took it, and allowed him to lead me downstairs. I was partly disappointed that I would have to spend the day with him, but at least it was better than staying inside the house all day and doing nothing.
Short and boring, I know, but I promise a longer chapter next time. Hope you enjoyed. A certain someone wanted more Shandy moments, so I hope I did something good with this… Reviews will be appreciated.
