omegle:: hood

twenty-seven

annabelle cruz.

"brad?" i said once i saw the boy in front of me, "what are you doing here?"

he stepped in quickly, causing me to step back a few times. his hand reached behind him to close the front door.

i stood there confused, "what are doing here?" i asked once again.

brad looked around the living room, "is your dad home?"

"no, but my brother's upstairs." i sighed, "please answer my question."

he should feel damn happy that i didn't send him back out and that im not trying to take him down. after what he did to me, id expect myself to try to scratch his eyes out but surprisingly im completely calm, yet confused.

"look anna, im sorry-"

"don't you dare say sorry." i growled, pointing a finger at him. "don't you dare say that you came here to fucking apologize for what you did."

"please, anna. i didn't-"

"stop."

"-mean to hurt you. i just can't believe that you already got someone else."

"so what? yeah, i have someone else but so do you!"

"but i was drunk!"

"even though you were drunk, you're still damn responsible for what you've done. you could've made the choice to not drink. hell! you're underage! where the hell, did you get alcohol?"

"that doesn't matter-"

"of course it fucking matters! you shouldn't be drinking. not at the age of eighteen."

brad ran his fingers through his hair angrily, "shut up annabelle! you sound like my mother!"

"belle?"

i looked behind me, towards the staircase to find my little brother with a worried expression on his face.

"what's going on?" he asked walking up to brad and i.

"nothing chris, just go back upstairs." i said quickly.

"yeah, just go upstairs." brad said angrily, "i need to talk to your fucking sister."

chris furrowed his eyebrows, "excuse me?" he walked closer to brad, his chest was rising heavily now.

chris was never the one to like curse words, he didn't like when people talked about his family rudely. you wouldn't expect that from a seventeen year old but my brother's different from others, and i like it.

i pulled chris' tall frame away from brad, "please, just go back upstairs."

"no, im not going to go back upstairs if he's going to be talking to you like that." chris said, towering back over brad.

i pulled him back again, "chris, go upstairs. brad's going to leave soon, okay?" i said sternly.

chris hesitated for a bit before going back up the stairs slowly.

i turned back around to face brad, my arms folded across my chest.

"you know what? just leave. i can't stand you anymore." i pushed his body towards the door and opened it, "leave."

"no,-"

"i said leave. i don't want you to be here anymore. im still hurt for what you did to me."

"if you're still hurt, why do you have someone else? id think it'd take more than a month and a half to recover, or are you just with him because he's famous? did you sleep with him annabelle? is that how you got him to notice you? im pretty sure that someone as famous as him wouldn't have even noticed you." he snarled, walking out. "tell me how you did it because id love to hook up with someone famous too."

my mouth hung open, lost for words.

how could he say that?

"i didn't sleep with him," i spat, "im with him because i like the way he treats me. he treats me better than you ever have."

"whatever, you're just a fucking slut. have fun with your boy toy."

i closed the door after he turned and walked away.

i don't know why i had kept the door open to hear all those lies come out of his mouth.

chris came back down and wrapped his large arms around me, "don't listen to him, he's just jealous that you've finally moved on."

yay, an update! !!! lol, tell me what you think:) chris is brother goals ok.