Hating My Other Half (Jon Cozart)

Chapter 23: I've Been Tied Up And Tortured

Going home was a terrible idea. If I hadn't known that a five year old was here, I would have thought there had been a tornado in my house.

"Holly! Please come help me!" Jon yelled across the house.

I raised my eyebrows. This can't be good. I make my way towards the plead of help Jon had yelled to me, and I found him in the kitchen.

He was sitting in one of our dining chairs, hands tied behind the chair with multiple headbands and hair ties, even a shirt that looks like Jon's is knotted to keep his hands there. His face was covered in glitter of all sorts of colors, green, red, silver, purple. His hair was a mess, three or four bows stuck in it.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight. Jon's eyes widen as he watches me laugh.

"You- Ive been tied up and tortured- and your laughing." His eyebrows furrow together.

Yet, I continue to laugh. There were multiple pans and plates scattered around the kitchen, and I don't even want to know how they ended up on the floor.

"Holly! Come untie me!"

I continue my giggling as I stumble my way towards Jon, untying the knot that was surprisingly hard to untie for an eight year old's work. Once I got it off, I also took away the rubber bands. Jon sighs, bringing his hands to the front and rubbing his wrists that had indentions on them from the hair ties, "I've been like that for an hour!"

"What happened before you called me, then?" I had stayed at the bakery quite a bit longer before rushing home to Jon.

"She locked me in the bathroom."

I laughed again, "Where is she?"

"The demon-child is hiding. I don't know where or why. But I know she's not in here." Jon says, standing up.

I groan, "This is the worst way to be introduced to your fiancé's little sister."

"Eh, it could be worse." He laughs, and then a yell comes from upstairs.

"Where are your scissors?"

Both Jon and my eyebrows shot up, before running up the stairs, Jon almost falling in the rush, and into the bathroom where Jon's little sister has almost all of the drawers open, scanning through them.

"How'd you get free?" She asks, putting her hands on her hips, then glaring at me, "You."

I put my hands up, "I- uh-"

"Jaime, you need to calm down. Why are you looking for scissors?" He asks, picking her up and carrying her out of the bathroom and down the stairs.

I follow behind. "Because," Jaime explains, "I was going to give you a haircut."

Jon gasps before touching his hair, "Why would you even consider doing that? Are you looking for reasons to make me mad?"

"Yes." she says, but smiles and acts innocent.

Jon wasn't lying when he said she was a demon-child, geez. Jon puts the child back on her own feet before talking sternly to her.

"You need to go upstairs and play with the dolls you brought while Holly and I clean the mess you made. You're not allowed out of that room until we're done, understand?"

She nods, unfazed, and runs back up the stairs. We hear the door slam, and Jon sighs, "I can't handle her."

"She is pretty bad." I say, sitting next to him on the couch.

He nods, "See! She's a demon-child."

I laugh, and take his hand, "Don't worry, she'll be gone soon."