The Assassin's Secret (on hold)

Ch. 14: Good Morning Fights and Interesting Visitors

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Freddie stayed frozen in the doorway for a few more seconds before he approached us, with a sense of purpose in his eyes.

I'm sure my eyes widened a tiny bit as I realized what his intentions were, and I quickly jumped off the bed and Justin, and intercepted Freddie.

"Woah, easy there tiger! Calm yourself! Just let me explain, it's not what it looks like. Nothing happene-"

"Then why the heck are you in his clothes, with hickeys down your neck?!"

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath in attempt to reign in my anger, but snapped them open when I heard the rustling of clothes indicating that Freddie was moving. I yanked him back just before he reached the bed where Justin was now sitting up, and I made a low growling noise in the back of my throat.

Both boy's heads whipped around to face me, and I glared at them both. Geeze, I was so pissed I was pretty sure any second now I was going to kill someone.

"F-Thomas, let me talk!" I shouted, at the last second remembering his fake name. I glanced down to see Freddie's hands balled in fists and heaved a sigh. I stood in front of the scoundrel, my back to Justin, to make sure that I would prevent Freddie from charging Justin again in the middle of my sentence.

I reached down and grabbed his fist, slowly prying it open before going to his other hand and doing the same. I looked up to see something unidentifiable in Freddie's eyes before it was quickly masked over by anger.

"Move out of my way and let me hit that a-"

"No, now shut up and let me freaking talk!!" I was so done with Freddie's thickheadedness I wanted to slap him. So I did. Oh, don't worry, I made sure that the slap wasn't too hard- it only left a faint red hand mark.

Freddie flinched and then glared at me, but that was when I realized his chin was dotted with bruises and he had a faint black eye. In alarm I turned his face so I could see the other side, and there was a giant nasty yellowish purple bruise the size of my fist. Yeesh, whoever he got in a fight with really knew how to throw a punch. I inspected his arms and sure enough, they had bruises and small cuts too.

"What the heck happened to you?" I questioned.

"You...you don't remember... oh God S-Robin." Freddie said running his hands through his midnight black hair. I couldn't help but softly smile at his slip-up.

"Why do you guys always call each other by the wrong names? Being half-siblings and all shouldn't you at least know each other's names?" Both of our heads snapped to Justin. I'd practically forgotten about him. We exchanged nervous glances and opened our mouths to speak at the same time.

"It's just we-"

"I guess we've never-"

I glared at Freddie and mouthed 'let me talk.'

"Ever since we were little we called each other by our middle names. It's a weird thing we've adjusted to, and we, well at least I, feel the need to correct myself so people don't get confused." I bit my lip at the end of my outburst, and luckily Justin's attention was then averted to my lips, so thankfully he didn't seem to find our story a little odd.

Justin absent-mindedly nodded, and quickly ran his tongue over his lips.

"Oh that's cool...um yeah," he kinda trailed off.

I smirked, but when I glanced at Freddie he looked murderous. Oh crapballs, that reminded me that I had to kill this dude. Great, how the heck was I supposed to do that now?