The Three Bros

[25] Couldn't Stay Away

Blaire's POV

Once I woke up from my nap, I honestly thought this was all a messed up, shitty dream. But once I notice my parents' absence, I immediately knew otherwise.

I bring my legs closer to me, hugging them and resting my chin on my knees.

Knowing that Ryder did that... this changes everything. My love for him somehow decreased once I took in that certain information.

But the love was still there. And knowing humans, love is a strong emotion. It makes you do crazy things.

Like hunger.

My stomach rumbled, and only then did I realize that I haven't even had breakfast... or lunch. I check the time, and I frown. 2:19 pm.

I needed to eat. Now.

I hop off my bed, rummaging through the cabinets we had. Once I see some sliced bread, I decide on eating it. I didn't like my bread toasted, so I simply went for the cheese, putting it in between the two pieces of bread.

And I ate away.

I have been taking those pills for my head, and the pain is already nonexistent. And a couple of hours ago, so was my ankle, though it left a bruise.

In the middle of eating my fourth sandwich, I almost choke on my food when I hear the doorbell ring.

I walk to the front door, standing in front of it, sandwich in hand. I took a deep breath, debating on whether I should open the door or not. Once I hear the doorbell ring once more, I open up.

"Ryder? What happened?" My eyes widen, taking in his bruised face. And I thought my ankle was bad. I instantly lost my hatred for him, only momentarily though. All my focus was on his bruised face right now.

I wonder if his stomach was bruised too...

"Its nothing," he shakes his head. "I wanted to talk, can I come in?"

I hesitated, but nodded anyway. He followed me in, as I lead him to the living room.

I sat on a couch, but scoot over when he sits right next to me. I wasn't ready for all these touchy stuff just yet. It hasn't even been twelve hours yet.

I guess he couldn't stay away.

"Well, you aren't allowed to stay here until you tell me what happened to you," I state, gesturing to his face.

He breathes out, "Ian."

"He beat you up?!"

He shrugged, "He punched me, so instinctively, I punched back."

"Why the heck would Ian do that to you?"

"I don't know," he waves if off. "I didn't come here to talk about it."

"Okay, what?" I ask, taking a bite out of my sandwich.

"I'm so sorry, baby," he gets right to it. "I know I'm a dick but," his hand reaches up, caressing my cheek, "I don't want this to change anything."

"I don't know..."

"I love you, Blaire," he breaths out, "so much."

My breathing hitched in my throat, my heart melting at his words. He said it. "W-what?"

"I didn't say it sooner, but I love you, princess."

I practically dropped my sandwich, jumping into his arms, "I love you too."