The Three Bros

[23] Spinning

Blaire's POV

I walk towards the huge house, pushing open the front door and walking inside. I walk as silently as I can, trying not to be seen by other humanoids.

Great, now I'm acting like an alien with this fancy language.

I then realize that all this quiet baby steps are useless since they had security cameras to go with this jumbo house, but I'd rather they found out I snuck in here later than now.

I quietly creep up the stairs, heading towards the bedrooms, my bedroom to be precise, when I hear footsteps approaching.

So I sprint up the steps, tripping on one. I cuss under my breath, making my way up the rest of these never-ending staircase.

Once I've reached the top, I ran across the hall, and into my room. I close the door with a sigh, but I frown when I see that I have company.

Great, my ankle is bruised, and someone has still managed to find me. So much for not being seen by other humanoids.

"Where were you, baby? You missed breakfast." Ryder chuckles, walking up to me, "You should have seen Stella's reaction when we told her you weren't here." He raises his hand to swipe the excess hair off my face, but I whack it.

I flip the hair away from my face, showing him I could do it myself, "I'm fine." My tone wasn't so reassuring though. It could be the fact that I was pretty mad, it could be my lack of food intake, it could be my headache, then again, it could also be my bruised ankle.

Today wasn't my day.

"What's wrong?" He asks, frowing.

I open my mouth, but close it right after. I've had a long day, and it wasn't even noon yet. And like I said, screaming and yelling came second.

I just needed alone time. I needed to think.

I brush him off, walking over to my bedside desk, opening the drawer and taking my keys.

"Blaire?" He tries getting my attention, "Where do you think you're going?"

I shove the keys into my pocket, walking towards the door. Though Ryder wasn't letting me leave just yet. He grabs my arm, demanding for an explanation.

"I'm going home," I simply state, "I need time for myself." I pulled my arms out of his grasp and walked through the door.

Ryder was right behind me though, "Did I do something?"

I simply continue walking. I ignore Ryder calling my name and the fact that everyone saw my existence. Thanks a lot, Ryder.

"Blaire," Ryder grabs my arm once more, turning me around. Once I was facing him, he grabs my other one too, securing me in place, "You aren't leaving until you start explaining shit. Actually, you aren't leaving at all . We promised your parents that you'd be under our care, our supervision."

"Don't touch me." I wiggle out of his grasp.

"That's all you caught on?" Ryder groans.

I look over to the rest of their family, and Bianca, who was sitting on the couch, watching us intently, like we were some kind of soap opera. I give them an apologetic smile.

"What's going on?" Bianca interjects.

"I don't fucking know!" Ryder throws head back, a groan escaping his lips.

All eyes were on me, and it suddenly felt like the room was spinning. I don't know if this was some kind of illusion, but the room was spinning.