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Chap. 33: Did You Just Call Me Your Girlfriend?

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How Brody looks at Elle as she is slowly rubbing up his body •

             As Brody walks out of the kitchen, he wipes off the drops of fresh blood on his cheek with his knuckles

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As Brody walks out of the kitchen, he wipes off the drops of fresh blood on his cheek with his knuckles. He marches towards the sleeping quarters, his hands balled up into tight fist. His only concern is for Elle.

Up ahead, Molly steps out of Jake's old room where Jaelynn resigns from her phase two where she failed. The blonde wears a familiar button up shirt that is black, brown, and orange plaid. It had belonged Dominique as well as the ripped black jeans she wears. This was one of Dominique's favorite outfits that she wore often.

             Molly scowls at Brody, crossing her arms. "Who ruffled your feathers?"

              "Fuck off, Molly." He quickly grabs the doorknob to his room and swings it open. "You're wearing the clothes she wore that night."

                Molly's face twist into horror, her blue eyes wide. Her face turns ghostly white. However, Brody doesn't stick around to see her reaction. His only concern is Elle, who had passed out into his arms. Brody makes sure to grab the door handle and close the door before going further into the bedroom.

           A faint sound relieves him. "Brody?"

           "Elle." He sighs, flipping on the room light.

            The brown eyed blonde is sitting up on the bed. Her fingers play with the black strings of her hoodie. Brody takes his leather jacket off, hanging it over the back of his wooden chair. He walks over to the left side of the bed and sits down, hunching over. He rubs his tired face.

"Listen, I was out of line this morning." Brody heavily sighs, looking down to see that the wounds on his knuckles had been slightly punctured. "I didn't expect you to go all Rambo on Jaelynn like you did."

Elle shakes her head, pursing her plump lips. "Whatever."

"I'm sorry, Elle." His tone is soft, which surprises Elle. "I just don't want you to lose yourself while becoming a Snake King."

"Like you did?" She arches a brow in curiosity, "Or Dominique?"

Brody remains still. "I thought I lost you too..."

Elle's brows furrow and her lips slightly picker out in a pout. She can't tell if Brody had purposely changed the subject or if he isn't paying attention. The blonde crawls over to Brody, sitting on her legs. She uses her right index finger and thumb to make him look her in the eyes. In his eyes are wild flames of blue.

Suddenly, Brody rises to his feet. His face begins to turn red as darts spew from his lips. Elle stares at him in shock, hanging onto every word he speaks.

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