The Styles Triplets

Chapter 31

"Edward Styles, Niall Horan, and who is the other person?" Chace asks standing up.

Edward mustn't have seen my hand up, so when I walked around him, he was shocked

"Me," I say, smiling sweetly.

I notice Harry and Marcel smiling proudly at me.

"And who may you be?" Chance asks, but doesn't let me answer. "Are you even apart of this gang, or are you Edward's bang of the night? Even if you were apart of this gang, you wouldn't even know how to run it."

"I know a lot more than you think," I say, challenging him.

"Oh is that so?" He replies, crossing his arms. "And what makes you think that?"

"Because," I say taking a step towards him, making him step backwards. "I'm your little brat of a sister."

"No you're not," he says grabbing my arm, and twisting it so it hurt, badly. Lucky it wasn't the same arm I sprained a while back. "Don't think about lying to me."

"She's not lying," Emma says, looking rather bored. "Mr Jensen, I can assure you, that is the brat."

Gee. Thanks Emma. I roll my eyes at her reply.

"Jensen, that is Baylee," Edward says, taking a step closer, getting behind me. "And I suggest you let go of her. Don't you think she has been through enough?"

With that said, Chace lets go of me, and pushes me into Edward.

"Anyone else want to confirm, that this is Baylee-Ann?" Chace says looking around the room.

"That's her," Harry, Zayn, Marcel, Georgina, David and Liam say.

"So I guess the secret's out," Chace says turning to look at me. "Who told you? Dad?"

"He is, nor ever was my father. Biological or not," I say, venom lacing through my words. "That fucker never liked me. You know he murdered mum in front of me?"

The look on his face showed that he did not know that.

"Exactly. So before you call him my dad, take a good look at yourself in the mirror, because you are more like him than anyone in the world would ever be," I say staring at him.

There was a silence in the room. No one wanted to say anything in case Chace or Edward would attack them.

"So," Marcel says, breaking the silence. "We have Edward, Niall and Baylee. I will hand a piece of paper around to each person, and you will write one of their names on it, and put it into this box," Marcel explains, lifting a black box onto the table.

"Don't think that you'll get away with this," Chace whispers to me, before turning around and going back to his throne.

Edward pulls me back into the corner. He places me I front of him, so he can hug me from behind.

I don't fight it, because it's calming me down heaps.

After everyone has voted, Niall starts counting the votes. He doesn't say anything whilst he does this.

"Okay. The votes are in," Marcel says. "But," he says, and everyone suddenly looks shocked. Why is everyone shocked over the word 'but'? "There is a tie," marcel continues.

Realisation hit me. Now I know why everyone was shocked.

"Who are the two people?" Some one asked from the other side of the room.

"Edward and," Marcel pauses, looking up at his brother behind me, down to my face, and then to Niall. "Baylee."

Woah. Okay. Honestly. I was not expecting it I just did it to get Chace annoyed.