Mah Brother from Another Mother ' - lowkey317 G (good short books TXT) 📗
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"Let go !" She snapped her voice rising.
In the distance I now see the figure clearly now- a tall, lanky figure. His face was covered with a black hoody.
I grab the girl's hand and with a mad dash I drag her with me down the street.
"Run !" I hiss. "Your slowing us down."
She catches the hint and starts matching my pace keeping up with me. I skid to a stop as we reach the end of the block.
"Why did you stop! He's goin-" I put my hand over her mouth.
The sound of footsteps are heard from where we stood by the corner.
Right or left. I knew we were trapped either way.
I grabbed her and pushed her behind me roughly another dark hooded boy stops a few feet in front of us.
"Violeta. You can't hide from us." He sneered.
I glance around for anything useful cursing myself for not bringing my pocket knife. I let my glance fall on the shiny car and immediately I know what I'm going to do.
I step forward quickly and without a second thought slide down hard on the pavement and left my feet trip him over. His head smacks hard on the shiny car right next to him. The car instantly starts beeping and making alarming sounds really loud.
I feel my jeans rip from the impact and my leg scrape taking skin. I hiss but jump up, immediately the lights flicker on in the house where we stood and once again I grab the girl who stood in shock and start running. My thigh cringes every ripe my feet slam across the pavement. Finally taking many turns in silence we stood in front of a green house.
I shakily glance at the slip of paper clutching it in my hand.
"Who the hell are you ?"
I look up and see her staring at me, I knew she was trying to figure me out.
"Evangeline."
"Why did you help me ?" There was no signs of rudeness in her voice.
"Because I've been through that before."
Her gaze harden, " I don't want your pity." She replies coldly.
"I don't care. " I snap.
"Violeta."
I nod and take her appearance head on, a large hoody hid her small body and ripped jeans. Violeta's hair was a soft shade of brown, her skin pale and lastly her big chocolate eyes. They held the sight that she was wary and alert on everything. The way she reacted to the sounds around us showed me she lived in fear and I wondered why.
"Follow me." I say.
"This your house ?" Violeta cocks her head in its direction.
I shake my head hastily. " I live with a foster family."
She slowly nods but doesn't ask another question.
I knock on the door and my stomach clenches.
The door opens and a topless Jonathan is standing.
"You look like shit Evangeline." He takes in my puffy eyes and sees my scraped knees and new wound on my thigh.
"You eat shit." I snap.
Violeta snickers behind me and Jonathan glares.
"What are you doing here so late ?" He steps outside and leans close towards me.
I look down, " We need a place to stay."
His fingers bring my chin up and stares at me in concern. "What happened ?"
"We'll talk later."
He nods and I acknowledge Violeta to go inside. I enter behind her and he slams the door shut.
Could I trust him ?
C H A P T E R 22"Let me clean your cut." Jonathan snapped in frustration.
For the last 5 minutes we had been arguing over cleaning the fresh wound that ran along my thigh.
"I said no ! Why can't you just leave it alone !"
Jonathan angrily ran his fingers through his hair. Before I could even protest again he picks me up and sits me down on the counter with a slam.
"Shut up !" He growls.
I tense at the sound of his voice wanting to shrink away, his hands unbutton my jeans and with a hard tug manages to rip them off.
I stare in horror. My legs on display and only my underwear keeping away from exposing the rest of myself.
Catching the look in my eyes, Jonathan pulls me into his arms. "Shhh. I'm not going to touch you, I'm just going to clean your cut ok ?"
I slowly let myself nod and when he releases me I catch sight of my dry blood covered thigh. Grabbing a rag Jonathan lightly cleans the blood away and puts on hydrogen peroxide making it sting a bit. A long scrape is revealed, but no longer bleeding.
"What happened to your knees and hands ?" He says inspecting them.
I shake my head, opting to change the subject. His eyes brows furrow and study me, before a look of disgust shows on his face.
"Don't lie, Evangeline. I know who gave them to you someone posted a video on Facebook."
Tears threaten to spill once again, pathetic. I couldn't even defend myself anymore, words shouldn't matter I was always known to those type of pain. But the flowers killed me, and I hated it so much.
Noticing my silence Jonathan once again changes the subject. "Who's that Little annoying bítch you brought?"
When we had first entered Violeta wasn't so trusting of him. She had snapped and glared at Jonathan. Also the conscience in her stomach gave her a bad feeling about him. Which showed one wrong move, that he wouldn't hesitate to kick her out, he barely tolerated her.
Even though I hardly knew the girl I wanted to Protect her. I wasn't going to reveal what happened tonight or what had been happening for awhile now to cause the look of lost on her face.
"I met her one day walking home." I lie, shrugging.
He raises an eyebrow but just nods, and his gaze drops down to my bare legs. I feel my face flush and clear my throat.
"Come on, I'll let you borrow something to sleep in." Helping me off the counter I feel my legs tingle at the soft brush of his fingertips. Shivering slightly and glaring at his now smirking face. I follow behind him heading down the hall, the floor boards creaked under my Vans. Opening the door directly across the one where Violeta and I was to share for tonight. I stare taking in everything a single bed, with black sheets was pressed against the corner in his room, a small black desk with a closed laptop on top of it, and also where a book bag laid. Other than that shoes laid sprawled all over the plain cream carpet and another door. Opening the door, which was a closet finally hands me a over sized T-shirt.
Without a word I slide my sweatshirt off and slide his shirt over my head. It came mid thigh and I bent over to pick up my sweatshirt. A hand slides over my back and I freeze stiffening.
"Shit." Jonathan mutters. My eyes spot something sticking out in the front of his jeans.
I raise myself back up and with a smirk Pushing back all fears I lean forward the last 3 inches between us. I wrap my arms around his neck and feel the warm breath against my skin. I left my lips slowly touch Jonathan's and gasp when his hands slide up under my shirt pressing softly against the skin on my sides. Taking his chance his tongue slides into my mouth and carress mine with his. I moan slightly at the feel of his hard on pressed against my stomach. Grabbing my legs, he wraps them around his waist and drops me onto his bed. I tug on his hair roughly as Jonathan starts sucking on the skin on my neck. Letting him drape his body in between my legs he moans when His hands start trailing upwards, my body felt like it was on fire from his touch. His hands lay ontop of my breaśts and massage them lightly. Feeling the warmth in between my legs, Jonathan continues teasing me. Without notice his hands leave my breaśts and I whimper. A finger enters me dragging my slight, damp panties down.
"Oo-h ! Jonathan." I moan.
"What the fùck are you guys doing." I feel Jonathan stop and we both turn to see a disgusted Violeta in the doorway. My face flushes red and I push him off of me straightening out his shirt.
"Umm. Goodnight ?" I ask unsure of what to say.
Jonathan glares at Violeta and I suddenly realize what I almost gave away again.
I follow Violeta out and I slam the door behind us. Once in the share room Violeta speaks first.
"I couldn't sleep. I didn't hear your voices no more and got curious."
"What do you mean you heard our voices ?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
As if busted Violeta shrugs, "in the kitchen his walls are fuckin' thin."
"What did you hear ?" I ask, moving to fix the bed to go asleep. I lay down on the small bed and pat down on my side for her to lay next to me.
She does, but she keeps her distance wary of me. "Thanks for not telling him."
I nod and without another word, I cut off the lamp next to me and stare into the darken ceiling. Tears spill out my eyes and I keep my noises down not wanting Violeta to hear me. Right next to me I also hear the sound of struggled sniffles and cries struggling to keep quiet.
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