My brothers best friend

Chapter 8

I woke up the next morning with pain in between my legs and marks on my wrists.

I searched for my phone reading the time to 8:45 a.m. I looked over to a tall body print on the edge of the bed.

I got up to exit my room making a beeline to the bathroom to do my morning skincare. Of course Damian was still asleep, he doesn't ever wake up this early on the days he doesn't go to work but when he does it's honestly a miracle. At times I would have to check if he's still alive.

I haven't seen Arturo around since last night.

I finished up in the bathroom making a beeline to the kitchen to cook some breakfast. Keeping my eyes stuck to my phone until I see something move from the corner of my eye.

"OH! Gosh you scared me." I say trying to catch my breath looking at the man who was sitting on the sofa with his forearms resting on his thighs.

Instead of getting a response back, he just gave me the side eye.

"Hey, is... everything okay?" I ask worriedly with wrinkled eyebrows.

I watched closely as he lifted up his head from between his arms that rested on his thighs making eye contact.

"Yes j-just.. leave me alone okay!" He raised his voice clenching his jaw.

'Jeez what crawled up your asshole?' I ask myself whilst continually stared at him.

"Damn okay, I was just asking you prick." I angrily replied.

I walked over to the right side of the kitchen island that was closer to the stove reading the time 9:30 a.m. Cooking up some scrambled eggs and waffles.

I usually always cook waffles with scrambled eggs because that was mine and Damian's favorite thing growing up on.

"Yo who's shirt is that?" A raspy voice asked from the behind me.

I rotated my head to the voice seeing it was Damian and his bed head self standing at the center of the staircases.

We lived in a house that used to belong to our parents until they passed away. It was all Matt black from inside out and three garages. The floors were black and white marble that match the countertops and dining room table. It was a two story house that had four beds and five bathrooms. A home movie theater, library with many genres of books, two staircases that connected at the second floor making a long balcony to see into the kitchen and the main door. A beautiful glassy gold chandelier hung from the middle.

'Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking stupid. Cocksucking bitch. Fucking whore.' I said to myself as I panicked.

"Uh.. I-It's yours. I hope it's fine I used it." I said trying to stay calm whilst looking at Arturo and Damian.

"No it's cool, I don't mind but when did you get it?" He asked burning holes into my head.

"Uh last night when you and Arturo were asleep. My night clothes weren't doing it for me." I said avoiding to share eye gaze and still cooking.

"Are you hungry? I made our favorite." I added in finally making eye gaze with Damian.

"Sure.. why would I not want my favorite thing." He said with a boyish smile.

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His POV

I over heard Será and Damian's conversation.

'Why did she lie to him? What did I do? God I fucking hate myself.' I questioned myself angrily.

"Did you want me to fix you breakfast Arturo?" I heard a sweet low voice say next to me.

I look up to see it was Será looking at me with sad beautiful sky blue eyes.

God I feel like shit. I can't believe I did my bestie friend like that.

"No.. I-I'm not hungry." I say slightly raising my voice avoiding her eye gaze as I walk past her to upstairs

"Fine, you weren't getting any either way.. so much as manners fucking cunt sucker."She shouted at me holding up the middle finger.

I walk to the guest bedroom keeping my head down. I close the door behind me and lock it.

'Come on you have to tell him. He's going to be pissed but you have to!' I yell at myself

"S-Será!" I yelled at her.

"What Arturo?" She replied yelling back from a distance.

"Come here." I demanded clenching my jaw.

I try to find her on her way here but heard mumbling between her and Damian.

I peeked from my door frame seeing a tiny body turning the corner. I opened the door to allow her in.

She walked in sucking on her fingers that were sticky from the syrup she had with her waffles.

'Fuck why am I getting turned on right now. She looks so good sucking her finger. If only that was my c-.' I was briefly interrupted by a voice bringing me out of my thoughts.

"Did you fucking need something or what?"
She said angrily.

"What did I say about your language and how you spoke to me?" I asked clenching my jaw whilst rotating my head to hers.

I watched her as her begin to put her head down looking at the floor.