Holding on to you

BEEP, BEEP, BEEP, BEEP!

I searched around my bedside table for my horrid alarm that was trying to wake up everyone in the country, but I couldn’t find it. The horrid noise kept getting louder so I angrily swiped my hand over the table knocking everything over, which included my bed lamp, my phone and I think my alarm clock. How do I know this you ask? Well, it could be because now it was making the sound a cat makes when you step on its tail.

I groaned loudly, grabbing two of my pillow and buried my head under it, but it was no use, my alarm was out to get me!

Giving up on trying to get back to sleep I grumpily threw my covers off of me and got out of bed. I looked down at my broken lamp and grunted.

Great! Now I have to buy a new one again.

I picked up my phone and almost cry when I saw the crack running down the middle of it. I turned it on and to my relief, it still worked, it would have been a nightmare if I had to live without it for a few weeks until I was about to get a new one.

The next thing I did was killed my alarm clock if it wasn’t for the stupid shit my lamp and my phone would never have been damage. I raised my foot and stomped the life out of it and that is just how my brothers caught me.

“I told you guys that she’d kill it?”

I turned to Brandon, my brother who’s a year younger than me. He was standing at my bedroom door with my other five older brothers. Liam and Max who’re 23, Zack and Mike who’s 20 and Oliver who’s 17 same age as Brandon. As you might have guessed by now my brothers are twins.

Twins run in my family, my mom and dad are twins and so were their parents and their parents before them, well you get the picture. Anyway, before you get to wondering where’s my twin at, let me stop you right there. I don’t have one. My mother was surprised when the doctor told her that I wasn’t a twin, but she was happy to finally be having a girl.

“What are you guys doing in my room and why did you try to kill me with this alarm?!”

I abandon the alarm and walked slowly toward them, I was so pissed off and tired of their pranks. Because I’m the only girl the feel the need to make my life a living hell every day.

Brandon held up his hands up whiles gripping his crutches under his arms. The others were hiding behind him using him as a shield.

“I’m not fully recovered yet, Lil, so it’ll be unfair to kill me.”

I looked at his broken leg still wrapped in the cast and smirk, I stop for a second and fold my hands in front of me. With an evil smile on my face, I looked at my brothers and said very slowly.

“You have ten seconds to run.”

Liam, Max, Zack, Mike and Oliver all raced from the room leaving Brandon to limp away.

“Hey man, you can’t just leave me here, I’m cripple remember?”

I could hear the others laughing as they run down the stair surely skipping a few as the go.

“You’re my twin and I love you, so I’ll be sure to speak good things at your funeral!”

Oliver shouted from the bottom of the steps. I watched Brandon as he realises that there is no way out. He looked around for an escape but with his broken leg, there’s no way he’d get to it before I reach him.

I cracked my fingers and twist my head from side to side as they do in the movies when they’re getting ready to fight.

“Well little, bro, it looks like it’s just you and me. Any last words before I break your other leg?”

Brandon gave me a horrified looked, but then he quickly recovered and smiled sweetly.

“Yeah, just two.”

“Well, what is it then?”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!”

I jumped about ten feet in the air and run back into my bedroom and slam the door. Yeah that me, I do crazy things when I’m scared.

I heard laughter outside my door and I narrowed my eyes then yank the door open.

I’m gonna kill them! I’m gonna skin them alive and use their skin to wipe my feet on!

How dare they frighten the life out of me, I was already mad about the stupid alarm then the try to stop my poor heart. I was fuming, you could almost see smoke coming out of my ears.

“I’m gonna kill yo― Oooh, presents! Gimme, gimme!!”

And just like that, I’m happy. I’m a sucker for gifts if you want me to do anything for you just give me a present wrapped up in a shiny package.

I was jumping and clapping my hands like a kid who’s just been told that she can eat as much candy as she wants. My parents and my brothers were laughing at my silliness, but I didn’t care cause I get to open, PRESENTS!

I stretched out my hands for them to give it to me but my mother shook her head and I frowned. Why tease me with gifts if you’re not gonna give it to me?

“Not until you’ve showered and had your breakfast.”

What cruel punishment is this?!

My bottom lips started to quiver and I gave my dad the sad puppy eyes. I saw him look at my mother who was giving him a very stern look.

“Oh man, not the eyes, good luck dad.”

My brothers turned and walk away taking their presents with them. I started panicking, they couldn’t leave without giving me my presents!

“Daddy bear.”

I said in a very soft baby voice causing my dad to look torn. He looked at my mother again and begged with his eyes, but my mother was having none of it. She sighed very loudly, rolling her eyes she grabbed the gift out of my dad’s hands and walked away with it.

I threw myself at her and very dramatically cried,

“NOOOO! My precious!”

Laughing, my dad held me back. I shrugged him off of me and looked at him as the traitor he is. He stepped back with his hands held up in surrender, trying his hardest to stop from laughing but failing miserably.

“How could you, I thought you love me?”

I pouted my lips and stomped my feet for good measure and made to storm back into my room. They all hate me; I just know they did. What kinda cruel people tempted someone with presents only to take it away from them? My family that’s who.

“Baby Bear.”

I didn’t want to turn around, but I also didn’t want my dad being sad because of my childish antics. My lips were still pouted when I turned around because I was still mad. I’m mean come on, you can expect me to forgive their evil behaviour so fast now, do you?

When I finally took my eyes off the floor that I was staring at and looked at my dad, I almost jumped for joy when I saw what he was holding. In his hands was a small box wrapped in a shiny wrapping. Granted, it’s not as big as the others but, it’s still a present.

I was about to squeak out my happiness, but my dad put his finger to his lip telling me to be quiet. I nodded, still grinning like an idiot then took the present from him. I threw myself into his arms and kissed his cheeks.

He chuckled softly, “Now, quickly go into your room and opening it before your mother finds out and then we’ll both be in trouble.”Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

I gave him one last kiss and mouthed I love you to him then rushed into my room, making sure to lock the door behind me. Before long I was ripping the paper off of the box to reveal a pink suede box. I opened it and gasped, right there sitting beautifully in the box was my grandmother’s neckless. It’s an heirloom that is passed down to the women in my family, but I never expected to get it, as I’m not the oldest. It was said before my grandmother died that it would go to Liam’s wife seeing as he was the oldest of us all.

I was just about to take it out of the box and put it on when my phone ring. Without checking to see who it is, I picked it up and answered it. The emotion still thick in my voice.

“Hello?”

“WHERE THE F**K ARE YOU!”

The box along with the neckless fell from my hands and my entire body started to shake. I knew I was alone in my bedroom but I started to frantically look around as if Killian was just going to suddenly materialise out of thin air.

“I-I, um, I’m at h-home.”

He was silent on the phone for a good two minutes and I knew that I was in trouble. I rake my brain for what I did wrong, but for the life of me, I couldn’t remember having any plans with him.

“Not good Red! You have an hour to get your ass over here!”

He didn’t even wait for me to reply; the phone just went dead. I picked up the neckless and placed it on my dresser then hurriedly picked out clothes to wear and make my way into the shower.

When I stripped off all of my clothes and looked at my naked body in the full-length mirror, I felt sick from what I saw. Angry purple bruises were forming all over my body. It’s been two months since I made the deal with Killian to keep my brother safe. Two months since I’ve had to endure all of his sick twisted sexual fantasies, and I didn’t know how much longer I can take it.

I wonder what he has in store for me today?