Alison Storm

Chapter 10

Rhys

"Do you want me to leave, Vienna?" I ask as I notice her standing by the entrance of the Storm's home gym.

Allie has told me that her sister has a severe anxiety disorder, which is why she has been homeschooled all her life. And as it seems, people scare her more than I thought was possible.

She shakes her head. "Do my parents know you're in here?" Despite her head shake, she still doesn't fully enter the room.

"Actually, I broke into your house just to use your gym. I figured the ones up in the city weren't fancy enough for me anymore."

Vienna smiles at me, quickly holding a hand of hers in front of her mouth to make herself stop. "That's what I thought you would do."

Finally, she decides to take a couple of steps inside of the room. Her eyes stay focused on me. It's as if she fears I might tackle her if she looks away for even just one second.

It's amazing how much she looks like her older sister. Their faces are almost to identical, if it weren't for the little dimples that appear on Allie's face when she smiles. Vienna's doesn't do that.

Allie has a little beauty mark right underneath her left eye, Vienna doesn't.

From what I can tell, their bodies are close to identical as well, though, Vienna is a tad taller despite being younger.

And yet with all those similarities, my own body doesn't react the same way it does when I look at Vienna, as to how it does when I look at Allie.

It doesn't heat up. My pulse doesn't think I'm running a marathon. My heart doesn't skip beats and I don't feel nervous or fear to say something stupid.

That only happens with Allie around.

"You don't plan on hurting my sister, do you?" Vienna sits down on the floor, on the side of their gym that looks like a ballet dance class room. "Cause I have you know, Rhys. I may not look like I can fight, but I can."

"I wouldn't put it past you."

"Truly. I'm a dancer. I can do some good kicks." And that explains the ballet-equipped half in this gym. I just bet Vienna spends most of her days inside of this gym. I mean, she has got the time for it.

"If I do end up hurting her, even unintentionally, you're invited to kick me wherever and however many times you'd like. Sound good?"

Vienna shakes her head, rolling her eyes. Suddenly, she gets up from the floor and walks right over to me. Which, I'm not going to lie, has me startled for a second.

She's the one sibling that never even gets photographed. She's barely being talked about. I know more about her ten years old siblings than I do about her.

All my knowledge about Vienna Strom has been provided by Alison and what I've come to gather during my time close to her.

"We both know you're going to hurt her," she says, her voice dangerously low for her usual chirpy one. "You can't keep lying to her and think she won't find out."

"Lying to her?"

For just a split second, Vienna looks away from me, pressing her lips together. "Everyone in this house knows why you're here."

How the fu—Storm told them. Of course he fucking did.

Vienna leans into me, closer than Allie ever would. "You've got two hours. Tell my dad you no longer want to watch my sister. If you don't..." She leans down until her mouth is by my ear. "I'll tell Allie the whole truth."