I stared at Sienna who was holding a piece of paper up.
I walking up to her and read the note out loud 'What would Texas say?'
I froze. "Will" I whispered.
Sienna was just staring at me.
"He's back and he knows about us" I told her.
...
It had been a few days since we got the note. Patrick was still away so I was still staying with Sienna and I was beginning to feel like me again, I didn't think about Texas all day, every day, and for that I was grateful for. I was finally starting to get over Texas, I was happy with Sienna and I was falling fast. People couldn't know, they would say it's wrong, disgusting, but it doesn't feel it, not to me.
I had talked to my Dad a couple of times but that was it, he hadn't seen or heard from Will since the night he confessed to him.
"Why haven't we heard anything? He's probably watching us, what if he tells people about us?" Sienna frantically rambled.
"I don't know, but he won't tell people about us, he won't" I said, partly trying to convince myself. Will was as loose cannon now, who knew what he would do; he's done so much worse already...
"This is the person that killed his own mother... our mother" she stated, looking at me anxiously.
"Don't worry, if he wanted to do something he would have done it already, he's probably far away by now" I told her, trying to reassure her the best I could.
"We should call the police" Sienna said hopefully.
"We can't" I told her.
"Why not?" she asked.
"Because it will kill Dad, Will is still his son... just, we can't ok" I said, starting to get frustrated.
She turned away from me. I reaching out for her but she shook me off...
"I'm sorry, but we just can't call the police" I said gently.
She turned to face me.
"So what, he gets away with killing our mum... killing Texas" she said.
It hurt knowing my own brother killed my mum, but knowing he killed Texas, that hurt the most, he knew how I felt about her.
"Can we just forget about Will, stop worrying and relax, okay?" I said.
"Fine" she said, admitting defeat.
I walked forward and gave her a comforting kiss. The kiss was soft and sweet but it quickly grew passionate, full of need.
I picked her up and walked us over to the couch, laying her down.
Climbing on top of her, she let out a small giggle and pulled me down so my lips met hers again.
I could feel myself becoming incredibly turned on. I broke the kiss and quickly discarded my shirt on the floor. As soon as my shirt was off her hands started wondering. Kissing her neck, I made my way down her body.
"Mark..."
"Hmm"
"Bedroom..."
I stood up and quickly took her hand, leading her to the bedroom.
Once in the bedroom, I pulled her top from her body and pushed her on the bed, gently.
"You're so beautiful" I whispered to her. She blushed slightly and pulled me down for a kiss. I reached for her jeans...
Knock. Knock.
"Leave it" I told her, but she didn't listen.
I sighed loudly, causing her to look and me and smirk.
"Don't worry, I'll get rid of them" she told me.
She quickly grabbed her top from the floor and pulled it back on.
"Dirk..."