One too Many

Chapter 35

Mariposa Samara

Having 5 panties dropping handsome boyfriends fuss about your health is very hot, endearing, and very... draining.

They are worse than my brothers.

I love how much they care about me but it's very tiring and I feel caged sometimes, with no control over my life. And control is something that has always been taken from me.

I never thought I would ever have another boyfriend, nevertheless 5 of them.

I was shocked when they told me they wanted to share me and a little skeptical.

I know my twin brothers' relationship with Paul and Adam is very successful and they make it work for themselves. Their love for each other is clear as day and I was their first supporter.

As long as they are in a healthy relationship, I don't really care who my brothers date or love. Not after the shit show of a childhood they had. They can do whatever they want as long as it is safe and reasonable for them.

I see and feel the adoration and the genuine feelings the brothers have for me. Their actions have spoken loud and clear and I can confidently say that I like them as well, but I'm scared.

I'm scared of hurting again. Scared of repeating the past. Times 5 now.

Emotional pain by someone you love is way worse than any physical pain inflicted on you.

All the torture and beating I had ever got is nothing compared to the pain of betrayal. Emotional damage is much worse than the physical one.

I know that very well because I have tried both. Lived both for years to no end. And the memories are vivid and clear as the shining sun in the sky. I live through them all over again every night, there is no way I will ever forget. Never.

I'm scared but somehow I know I can trust these guys with my life. My heart flutters when they're near me and my body heats up. The way they treat Johan warms my heart and the way they treat me makes my weak heart skip a beat.

So, even though I'm terrified, I'm willing to give this a chance, I have a good feeling about it.

Please don't prove me wrong. The sick beating organ in my body can't handle anymore abuse.

This brings me to my other point, they don't deserve a broken girl. They deserve way better after the hell they went through themselves.

Someone with no baggage. Someone healthy who can make them happy. Someone who isn't in pain or dying almost every day. They deserve better.

Johan splashes the water pulling me out from the raging storm in my mind.

I pull the towel from the rack and bend over the tub. "Come on, Jojo. We need to get ready." I tell him again as I go to lift him outside the tub.

He didn't want to go in but when he got in with all the bubbles and toys, he doesn't want to get out again.

"NO!!!" He yells in my ear. "Jojo bubbles!!" He swings his legs as I lift him up, splashing me with water. One of his legs connects with my chest, knocking the air out my lungs.

I wince as I try to keep my hold on him, the urge to clutch my chest intensifying by the second. But he is slipping from my hands and if I let go he will get hurt!

I try to lower him down as quickly as I can without hurting him as the pain in my chest increases.

Mid my mini panic attack, I feel a strong arm wraps around my waist, and a huge chest collides with my back. An arm shoots from behind me catching Johan and helps me lower him down.