Beautiful Delight

Chapter 6

POV ELIOT

Once I got to my apartment. I sneak into my room without making a noise. If my brother finds out I'll be bombarded with questions. Like, 'where were you at?' 'With who?' 'Where you two meet?' 'Why didn't you invite me?' 'Were there any cute guys?' Do you have a picture of her?' 'What's her name, age, income, job, and mental stability?'

First of all he's the older brother which equals to my second set of parents no one asked for. He doesn't do it on purpose though. Hopefully. Once I'm near the top of the stairs I look around and don't see him. YES!

I run down the hall now not caring about the noise. I was almost there when I felt someone grab my shirt's collar from behind. SHIT!

"Where were you at?" He says, shaking my collar for good measure.

I start pulling away trying to get away from him. He tsked at me and put me into a chokehold. One arm around my neck and the other giving support to his arm. Fucking hell!

"I went to Daya's bakery." I say, half true.

He knows this and questions me again. He asks, "With who?"

My face deadpans into disbelief, this nosy ass bitch. You really like gossip, huh?

"Answer the question." He yells at me, squeezing my neck.

"FINE! It was a date with a girl." I yell, everything went dead silent.

Only thing I heard was a set of footsteps going down the stairs. I think it's more like stumbling. I wait until the front door slams shut, leaving us two alone.

"You really did get railed." I said, laughing at him.

Before leaving I told him I would be gone for a while and to go crazy. He took it seriously. At least I didn't see anything this time. Last time I learned that he's in the extreme side of BDSM. And when I say extreme I mean extreme.

"We're talking about you. Not me!" He says.

I tsk back at him and he brings me downstairs to the living room. Dragging me by my shirt's collar. He sits me down on our black sectional sofa. Fastening his red silk robe to make sure the knot won't come undone. He jumps over the sofa to sit beside me, clasping his hands together and resting his face on them.

He crosses his legs and leans forward waiting for me to talk. His dark brown hair against his mulato skin contrasted making him look younger. His mischievous red eyes looked at me waiting for an answer. I look away in bitterness, if only I had been faster. Shit! He ain't no cop to be doing this!

He saw I wasn't going to talk. So he smacked me upside the head. He yells at me, "You talk so much but now you're mute huh?!"

I scrunch my face like a toddler and give him a middle finger. He punches me this time on my arm. I rub it while I wait for the inevitable interrogation.

"Where you two meet?" He asks.

"The BDSM club that just opened up." I say.

"Why didn't you invite me?" He asks, clearly mad at me.

"It was one of Tala's 'surprises'. She called it an early graduation party." I say.

Wincing he retreated and bowed his head in thankfulness. He understood immediately why I didn't invite him. She may be our sister, but it doesn't mean she has changed. She has many, and what I mean by that is all of her screws are loose. If she even has one left.

Ariel shifts the conversation, and says, "Were there any cute guys?"

I think back on his type. The dark blue haired guy's face was stunning. But I'll just say no, because I don't think that's his type. I also don't remember what band color he had on that night. I shake my head.