The Three Bros

[40] Back Here

Blaire's POV

I fall back in my bed in exhaustion. The car ride made me dizzy.

You got that right, or wrong, we're back home. The week at that hotel has been amazing. Did you know they had a spa there? They had more then a spa actually.

I was about to fall asleep when I hear a knock. Instinctively, I thought it was my door, but once I hear it again, I knew it was my window.

I open up when I see Ian through the transparent glass, "What are you doing here? Did you jump the fence?"

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't."

Just in case, I'll remind you that this is a one-story house. He didn't need to climb a tree, a tree that was strategically near my window.

"What are you doing here?" I repeat. "You guys just dropped me off here ten minutes ago and I need rest," I pout.

"I wanted to take you somewhere."

"That depends in where," I tease.

"Just out for lunch."

"Lemme change," I shut my window, closing the curtains.

***

Just as we were about to walk into McDonalds, we stopped when another couple meets us at the door.

Its that moment when you both arrive at the same time, so you debate if your gonna let them go first.

"You can go first," the girl says. She looked slutty if you asked me.

"Derek?" Ian gapes at him.

He chuckles, "my name is Dam---" his eyes widened in realization when he saw Ian.

Mine did too, when my head wrapped around the fact that he had another girl with him, who clearly wasn't Molly.

This is the first time I got to see him, and I didn't think his first impression was a good one at that.

"Hey, could you wait for me inside?" Damien asked the girl.

The girl pecked his cheek, and I could've sworn she sucked on it as well, making my stomach twist in disgust. That's just sick.

"Okay," the girl smirks, even winking at Ian, before going inside.

Damien crosses his arms, "If you have anything to say, say it."

I slapped him across the face. My hand stung, but I hope his face did too. And thanks to my mark on his face, I know it did.

"How could you do that to Molly?!" I shout, my throat even hurting. I was so mad, I couldn't explain it.

He shrugs, making my anger only bubble, "She got boring."

My hand almost connects with his face, but he manages to grab my wrist before I could. His grip tightens on my wrist, probably stopping my blood circulation, but I was too mad to care.

"Man, I suggest you let go if my girlfriend. The scars my brother caused you just healed, wouldn't want to replace 'em with fresh ones, right?" Ian warns him.

But before I knew it, Damien's fist connects with my face. I didn't expect it, I lost my balance, and fell to the ground.

My head met the concrete floor, and I groan, holding onto both my head and cheek.

The metallic taste of blood was filling my mouth, and once I spat it out on the floor next to me, I felt nauseous.

"You're gonna regret that, bro," Ian glares, cracking his knuckles.