My younger brother was sprawled across the bed, face down, clothing rumbled and a flask beside him, seeping only the gods know what he’d been drinking into the mattress. Without further adieu, I kicked the post on the bed. Hard.
“What?” Deacon mumbled into the blanket. “The bathroom is down the hall…or go outside. Whatever.”
“I know where the bathroom is, asshat. This is my house.”
Deacon froze and then let a loud sigh as he rolled onto his back, squinting up at me. He smiled—actually smiled at me. The only trait we really shared was the eyes, but his gray ones were muddled. “Hey, bro, welcome back.”
I wanted to take him outside and dump him in the ocean. Hold him under until Poseidon kicked us out.
***
This one is Aiden's pov
Catching one of her hands, I spun around and clamped her arms to her sides. She bent forward, trying to kick me. No good deed goes unpunished… I moved out the way. “Don’t,” I warned, speaking directly into her ear. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her breathing was harsh, broken as she struggled like we were one the ones who'd put her through hell. The string of curses she put together was actually quite impressive and would’ve been entertaining if they hadn’t been directed at me.
***
This one is from Aiden's pov also
"Shut up!" she screamed, gathering up the last of her strength, breaking free of my grasp only because I hadn't held her tight enough to hurt her.
Alex dodged Kain and Leon, who'd stood by, looking equally shocked and amused. Her long, stringy hair flew out from behind her as she picked up speed, heading for the exit.
Kain smirked. "Well, this has gone as expected.
I sighed, "I'll get her."
"Make sure you don't break her or anything," Leon said. " I doubt her stepfather would appreciate that."
