My brothers best friend

Chapter 9

I didn't really see what guys saw in me especially Arturo but he sleeps with anyone. I was just an ordinary girl who chooses to be alone. Who likes people like that?

I saw myself pretty. I had dark Carmel, tight curly hair, sky blue eyes, a decent smile and barley visible sun kisses. I had my left side of my nose pierced along with doubles on both ears and my nipples. I had nice clean eyebrows that I would get done every three weeks. I had a body that most girls said they wanted. Thick thighs, 24 inch waist, tiny stomach but 36 inches wide at the waist. I had a tattoo that was the size of my pointer finger by my collarbone that the date of my parents death in roman time. I had a much larger one on my left thigh and was four roses that represented my family. 

'God what did I get myself in-.' A deep toned voice spoke over my thoughts.

"Are you going to answer me or am I going to have give you a punishment?" He said clenching his jaw and fists.

"Punish me? By hitting me again?" I said rolling my eyes and glancing at him

I try to look up to see Arturo until I was pinned against a wall and his hand cupping my chin.

"Can you fucking let go that hurts." I said looking at him with both hands on his arm.

"You're such a bitch you know that." He said looking at me with daggers like if he wanted to break my jaw.

I tried holding back tears as I could see anger and worry in his eyes.

'Dammit. Why didn't I just listen to Damian. Fucking Christ. He told to to just let him be before I came into the room.' I told myself.

I knew he didn't commit to anything but I had a hope that he would at least try after having sexual intercourse with someone.

"Let me go now Arturo." I say with a deep raspy voice.

He eventually let me go and I exit the room. I made a beeline to the bathroom seeing my skin forming the purple finger marks with lines from his rings.

I tried to cover it up with color corrector and some concealer but it barley worked.

'This is just going to have to do. Let's just pray he can tell the difference.' I told myself.

I ended leaving the bathroom and went to clean up the kitchen. 'Why am I like this? It was just a one night stand. Dammit. I shouldn't have done that knowing how I felt about him.' I thought to myself .

I ran up to my bedroom as I looked for my diary and wrote,

"dear diary, why am I the one feeling like shit? He is just using me and I hate it. I hate him. I just don't want to feel like he's using me for my his own pleasure... God can't he just fuck off. I can't let myself think he actually wants me."

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His POV

'I need to leave. I need to go back home and leave her alone. I need to do some thinking for myself.' I said to myself as I walked out of the bedroom.

"Yo Damian, im gonna head out alright." I said making a beeline from the bedroom to the door.

"You alright man?" Damians voice said with concerns.

"Yeah just did a lot of drinking last night and I think it's coming back up." I said finally making eye contact.

"Alright man see you later." He said staring into my soul.

I sat in my car hesitant and worried. I should've told him as I left.

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I was pulling into my drive way of what people call a 'mansion' in the gated community. It was ivory white, 10 double doors and 10 single door to everyone room, one large balcony with protective gates that went around the whole house. Two very large main doors built with glass and black metal bars with spikes sharper than an orca and killer whale combined. It two stair cases that combined in the middle of the house and separated again into different hallways. A massive bright glassy chandelier hung in between these two staircases. The top of the house were like hills. Curvy and connected but in the middle laid another balcony that had glass as the flooring and a glass gate.

I glued my eyes to my phone as I walked in the house staring at the contact name 'Damian.'

I deleted and typed sentences hoping to find the right one to say what I needed.

I knew he would get mad, that's his sister for god sakes. I could probably destroy our friendship and everything else.

Damian knew a big thing that could ruin me forever if he told Serà.

'God I can't stop thinking about her. How she took control. How she let me do what I pleased.' I told myself.

I finally detached my eyes from the contact name to a new one.

'Serà.'