Fearless In The Eyes Of A Beast // BROCKKI *COMPLETE*

Chapter 11

I was leaning against the counter watching the chicken in the oven when I noticed Brock leaning in the doorway watching me.

"A picture would last longer?" I glared at him briefly.

"What the hell is going on with you?" He asked as he walked a bit into the kitchen.

"Why did you have him bring my things here Brock?" I turned to him.

"You're mad about that?" He raised his eyebrow and held a confused expression.

"Among other things..." I slowly folded my arms.

"I figured you'd need your shit" he shrugged.

"Who said I was even staying the night?"

"I don't see a fucking car in the driveway and I sure as hell am not letting you 'hike' to the hotel"

"I'm sure that cute driver wouldn't have minded giving me a lift"

He had made me upset and I knew saying that would get to him.

"I'm sure he wouldn't have minded having his face fucking smashed either" I could hear the venom in his voice.

"And why would that happen Brock? Because you're jealous that another man finds me attractive when I have Dean already ? you see you don't get to be jealous over what isn't yours!"

He chuckled and kicked the counter before getting ready to storm out.

I didn't care that I upset him , I'm not sure why but at that point I didn't...

"You don't get to just leave Brock, this is your house not a fucking hotel where you can just leave because you don't want to hear what I have to fucking say..."

"Its not my fault you go from wanting me to fuck you to a fucking bitch in a split fucking second!" He turned back.

I was silenced briefly as his tone hurt me a little but I shook it off.

"Nobody tells me how to dress, its my body, nobody owns it so excuse me if I get a little upset when you basically tell me to cover up like I'm some 20 year old whose dressing like a slut"

"So you're just fine having some guy ogle you when you have a fucking boyfriend while you're standing in front of him like that"

"So its okay for that some guy to be you but not anyone else?"

He didn't comment. I knew he couldn't say anything to it.

"I'm not even mad about that, I am mad because you are making me feel like some charity case "

"You're mad because I'm letting you stay with me instead of a hotel? A normal person would say thank you"

"Well this person has still got some pride and she's not going to stay in some guy's house for it to be thrown in her face later on" I shouted back as I saw his anger subside a bit .

I didn't want him feeling sorry for me. I turn to switch off the oven and then leaned to open it.

"Nicole..." I heard his low voice.

"Just fucking shut up!" I glared at him and gripped the pan and I immediately dropped it.

"Fuck!" I screamed out as I had forgotten about using the cloth.

I ran to the tap and blasted water on it.

" I was trying to warn you" he said with his voice low gain as I felt his hand over mine.

" Thanks for the I told you so.." I glared and took a cloth and left the kitchen.

"I wasn't..." He sighed but didn't continue.