"WHAT THE HELL!" I woke up with a start to my dad's scream. I pounded in my ears. I moaned and laid my head back on my pillow. I felt startled when my pillow moved up and down. I sat up and looked at it. It wasn't a pillow. But, damn.

It was Kyle. I guess we got wasted and passed out. I admit. Maybe what I had said about corrupting him wasn't false. I suddenly remembered my dad and sheepishly looked back at him. His eyes held rage, and his hands held the bottle of scotch. It was empty. Well, that explains why last night was pretty fuzzy.

I looked over at Kyle. He looked so hot when he was wasted. And I suddenly found out why my dad looked ready to kill everyone. I was somehow in skin tight sleep shorts, and my tank top had ridden up overnight to just barely cover my stomach. Not to mention Kyle was shirtless in his low rise hipster jeans, which hugged his butt nicely. Plus my entire leg was across his stomach and his arms were wrapped around my torso. I'm guessing my head had been on his shoulder.

"Elle." He moaned and tugged me onto his chest. I braced my teeth and prepared for the rage. Kyle grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him. He pressed his lips against my neck. I got goosebumps just from that one kiss. Kyle opened his eyes lightly, and pulled me onto his lips. "Elle, you're so perfect." He moaned onto my lips.

"KYLE! GET OFF MY DAUGHTER!" My dad roared. Kyle threw me off him faster than I could brace for the impact. "Ow." I rubbed my head. He'd thrown me off him, in his haste, to the floor. "Sorry." He nervously chattered and pulled me up by my hand.

Ryan walked into my room with his boxers on. A yawn escaped his mouth. "What are you doing here, Jace?" He looked at my dad. I'm guessing he hadn't seen me or Kyle.

My dad pointed towards me and Kyle. His vision slowly went from the empty bottle, to Kyle and I. His eyes widened in surprise. Then it quickly turned to shock, anger, and even a hint of jealousy. "You bastard!" He ran after Kyle. He grabbed Kyle and flung him to the ground.

I couldn't help it. It's a natural female reaction to male violence;

I screamed.

And hell. It was loud. "WHAT THE HELL!" Rain ran into my room with a blade drawn. I then used what knowledge I'd grown up with. I jumped in the fight. No blades was tricky. It didn't feel natural.

I pulled Ryan off Kyle. Well. Kyle was dominating over Ryan. And I flung myself onto Ryan. I sent my fist flying. I pounded onto Ryan's strong jawline. Kyle grabbed me by my waist and yanked me off him. Rain took in our appearances and whistled. "Girl. Yous so got 'dat booty. Damn. Wish I'd gotten some of him." She gestured towards Kyle.

My cheeks flared red. "We just got wasted together. Nothing much. Just a bottle of scotch. And I may or may not have corrupted him. Just some scotch. His first, might I add." I tweaked Kyle's nose.

"Lucky bitch." She mumbled and glared at Kyle. "I want his sister. If she ain't already been corrupted by you." Kyle flashed us a look. Rain stepped closer. And Kyle pulled me into his arms. "Relax lover-boy. I'm after my brother." I flipped around to face Ryan. He was on the ground. Blood dripping from his nose. "Oh Ry! I'm so sorry." I raced over to him.

"Don't be. It was a fair shot. Although I admit. Double teaming me, quite low. But crafty." Ryan coughed, as he laughed. I grabbed his hand. "Do you need your mom?" I asked. "I could fetch Isabelle Lightwood." Kyle suggested.

Ryan's eyes narrowed on mine and Kyle's appearance once more. "I think I'll go. Jace, you should too. You can yell at Elle later." Ryan jumped up, glared at Kyle, and dragged my dad out of my room.

Shit. I was in it, deep.

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