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"We shouldn't, your son is my fiancé." I whispered sounding unsure and very hostile.
He watched me carefully with his dark blue eyes before tilting his head gently to the right, the same blue eyes that had just watched me undress a couple minu...
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After dinner we went back to the Rhodes mansion, the car ride was silent and filled with tension. My mother was blacked out drunk and being held up by my dad which was very embarrassing for me but quite normal honestly, Kaz decided on taking his own car back to the house and I couldn't be any more grateful.
We finally arrived at the house, I basically sprinted out of the car far far away from my parents. Bodhi was to busy being a kiss ass with my dad, he helped him get my mom out of the car and carry her upstairs. I didn't wait around and instead headed to my room, I so desperately wanted to get out of this tight dress. I practically ripped my jewelry off my neck, it's a strange feeling when you feel like the walls are slowly closing in on you.
I stood in my bathroom with only my lingerie on, my chest was heaving up and down from the struggle of trying to breathe. Panic attacks happen often to me, I think it's just a product of acting like I'm okay all day then at night when the act is over, it's like painfully breaking free yet picking up the pieces to start all over again the next day. My hands gripped the sides of my sink, I stared at my own broken reflection through the mirror.
My eyes spotted my recovering bruises, that's what I'll never understand. Bodhi claims that he loves me yet he's seen my bruises and still hasn't confronted my father about it, it's disgusting and it makes me feel sick to my stomach that he's okay that another man touches me in such a violent way.
Is it stupid of me to wish my fiancé would protect me?
The sound of my bedroom door opening startled me a little, I could hear the hockey game playing on my tv alerting me that it was none other then my fiancé. If he could have sex with hockey he would, that's what he talks about almost everyday.
I inhaled and exhaled before exiting my bathroom, I grabbed my sleeping gown and slipped it on. I could feel Bodhi staring at me but I payed little to no attention to him as I got comfortable in our bed.
"What did you think of dinner?" He asked.
"It was...interesting." I mumbled while leaving out the fact that his father had his hand between my legs.
"Are you excited that your brother gets to be at our wedding?"
What's with all these questions, I flipped around to face him better.
"Of course, he's my big brother." I replied.
"I get that but isn't he a criminal." He says.
I'm about to flip the fuck out, my eyes harshly stared at him. Words wanted to spill out from my mouth so badly, hurtful words. He knows nothing about my family, and he knows nothing about my brother.
"My brother went to jail because he was protecting me." I told him, my voice leaked of emotion.
