Right But Wrong

Shadows in the darkness

Avery:

The moment my eyes lay on the screen a small blush appears on my cheeks. For the past couple of days I had been talking to Marcus and it felt somewhat refreshing to have something actually normal in my life for once, but the moment I look up and see Zake's expression I know I'm immediately done for.

Quickly turning the phone around I try to play it off as just a friend, but he doesn't take my lies for a second. He continues to question it until I speak up, "boyfriend?" He asks. Like that could ever happen. "I told you, it's just a friend!" I defend, having enough of my brother's constantly trying to control me.

Realising that he won't just accept my excuses, I decide to confess the truth to him. In reality even I knew that Marcus wasn't just a friend, I liked him, like really liked him. Or at least I liked the feeling of freedom and being around a boy that wasn't just one of my controlling brothers.

Zake mutters something under his breath at my answer, before effortlessly lifting me onto the counter and saying words that makes my heart stop for a moment. "Your mine." His? What the hell did he mean that I was his? I'm his sister if that's what he means.

"Mine to love, mine to worship and mine to claim. All god damn mine." His words have more of an affect on me than I like to admit, making my heart race so fast I feel like it's in my throat. Did he really believe that? Or even want that? As much as I would like to think that he doesn't think of me in that way, the way his hands roam my body scream otherwise.

"This boy your talking to, doesn't know shit about how to take care of you in the right ways. He doesn't know what you want. What you need." He practically spits out the words, as if even talking about Marcus makes him filled with rage.

"Oh and you do?" I question. He tricked my mind into believing that he was about to kiss me and then pretended like he didn't know what I was talking about, if that's what he considers knowing what I need then he's crazy.

I expect him to back away by my words, leave the room or do something like that. Anything a normal person would do. But he's clearly far from normal. Instead he does the complete opposite to what I expect.

"You know damn well i do." He answers, as if there's no other right answer, as if I'm the one acting mental in this moment. He's the one that thinks he owns me, so why do I feel like I'm the one in the wrong?

"Your made for me to treasure, you need reassurance and care and to be fucked so god damn hard by us all you'll be seeing stars." I would scream at him that he's wrong. That he's disgusting for thinking such a thing. But I can't. I can't because I know that his words are nothing but the truth. Every single moment of the day all I can think of is him and my other brothers. I try to play it off as I just missed them after all these years and I'm just getting used to being around their presence again. But I know that it's something more. Something I wish I could keep under surface forever and hide away. Because it's wrong, it's wrong on so many levels. But god does it feel so right.

"If i catch you talking to him again, my blood's not going to be the only thing inside you." His threat should scare me, make me want to run a mile. But the thing is, is it does the opposite. I want to know what he means by his threat, and I want to know if he'll follow through with it. Because I need him to follow through with it. To show me that someone does want and need me, and that I'm not just delusional for the thoughts that enter my mind.

"Like you'd ever do anything like that. We're siblings, you wouldn't dare. You wouldn't even dare kis-" I start to taunt him, wanting to see if he'll take the bait or not. Wanting to see if he'll argue back or agree with me. Wanting to see if he truly will follow through with his threats or if he's just all bark no bite. I guess I should've known better than to taunt a monster, because one moment I'm taunting him, and the next I'm choking on his tounge, struggling for air.