The Bitch Vs. The Brother

Chapter 1: Can I help You?

P.O.V of Vincent

"Go away!" I yell as my face contorts and I run. My heart almost stops beating when i hear a blood curling scream.

"VINCENT!" A girl lays in a bloodbath on the sidewalk. "HELP ME!" she pleads, but i don't recognize her until ~

"Is this what you do now? Ask a girl out? Have sex with her? Make her fall in love with you? Use her? AND THEN LEAVE HER!?" The girls arises from the ground, blood covering her face. Her hair is stuck to her face.

" Stephanie!! I'm sorry!" ~she looks at me with pure hatred, ignoring my apology.

"It's too fucking late Vinny! You left me to die! Now I'm going to kill you and unlike you, I'm going to make sure you're dead!" She lunges at me.

However i stand there, knowing i deserve what's coming. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of who the fuck i am and what i do.

I

Am

Tired

She reaches for my face, digging her incredibly long fingernails into my eye sockets, causing a scream to tear through my throat.

It hurts. Oh God, it hurts.

I wake up quick, my eyes bloodshot.

"What? What's wrong vin?" My girlfriend Stephanie runs over to me. She was curling her hair. "Oh my god!" She places a hand on my lip.

"W- what?" I say panting, trying to proccess that nightmare. My hair sticks at my face, from my sweating. I place my hand on my lip, right were Stephanie's hand is touching. I wish i hadnt done that. My lip is busted open, basically split in half; i must have chewed through it in my nightmare.

"What happened?" Stephanie sits me up, realizing I'm basically tramatized, unable to retrieve oxygen into my lungs. "Wanna talk about it?"

I shake my head. I don't want to tell her that i had a nightmare that she almost killed me, for 2 weeks in a row. It would alarm her amd she would feel like it's her fault. I don't understand why I'm having these dreams; let's just hope they stay dreams!

"Okay babe. When you're ready, we can talk about it. There's no rush," she smiles at me. Damn i hate how I've been keeping this from her. However, I truly believe it's for her protection. Stop lying jackass! That agitating voice inside my head has been fucking with me, ever since I started lying to Stephanie about my dreams.

"Thank you," I say as I pull myself up and off of the bed to face her. I try to reach around her to hug her, but she stops me.

"What's wrong Steph?"

"Well, it's nothing, honestly, except..."

She's making me nervous.

"...you're still naked baby," she points at my dick, and my face flushes.

"My bad sweetie," I walk over to my dresser and pull out a pair of stripped boxers and a pair of shorts.

"Much better," Stephanie walks to me, wrapping her arms around me neck as she kisses me. I return the kiss, slipping my tongue into her mouth, immediately receiving a moan in response. I walk us backwards, laying back as I pull her on top of me, straddling my waist. Reaching behind us, I grip her bottom in my hands, squeezing hard, and she rubs herself against me, causing me to groan. She giggles against my lips, pulling back and off of me. "Now, i hate to ruin the moment, but i'm pretty sure i have to go to work, and you do to. So get ready."