Turning Tables

Chapter 3

Heya, Thanks for checking out Chpt 2 of my story :D 

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Again just to let you know, i type as i think so there are likely to be misplaced commas and grammatical mistakes.

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Picture of her bedroom and guitar ->

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Recap:

Opening the door to my new room I sighed with exhaustion when I saw what it looked like. It was bad enough that I had to beat up two of my brothers, even thought it did feel pretty good, but to find that everything in my, gigantic, room was a bright shade of Barbie pink just added to my bad mood.

 Too tired to care I chucked my shoes off, dead-bolted the door and collapsed on the bed, fully clothed. Dreading what tomorrow would bring and the stress from redecorating an entire, hall-sized, room, I drifted off into a restless sleep.

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Chapter 3 - Bang Bang Bang 

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‘Bang, Bang, Bang’

I woke to the sound of pot lids crashing loudly together and jumped up in bed, a scream escaping my lips, before being yanked back hard by my hair. There in front of me was Ryan, a pair of scissors in one hand the other tangled in my hair, and Robbie. My mouth hung wide open, drool almost escaping my mouth, as I looked at what he was wearing, or lack of. There he stood all 6.5” of his tanned muscular body right in front of me, and he was only wearing a pair of boxers. I gulped.

The sound of snipping brought me back from eight pack heaven as a small chunk of my hair floated slowly to the floor. I felt anger pump through my veins and I growled and looked up. Ryan flinched and was almost too slow to miss my oncoming punch, but just got away as a bucket of ice cold water was thrown over my head. Slowly lifting the bucket off my head, I swear if I was in a cartoon I would’ve had smoke spiralling out of my ears. Ryan skedaddled, but Robbie just stood there as if it was Christmas come early. That made me even angrier.

‘Take a picture, it’ll last longer’ I hissed, distain clear in my tone. He shrugged bringing a camera out from behind his back.

‘Okay’ He said before snapping a shot of me; soaking wet, in my PJ’s with a scowl plastered across my face. You would not believe how angry I was, I was more than fuming, I was outraged that someone had outsmarted me.

‘How dare you?’ I screeched, clenching my fists and aiming two of my hardest punches at his face.

 He caught both of them in each hand with clear skill, and as hard as I tried I couldn’t release my hands from his killer grip. I felt a deep, masculine chuckle reverberate through his body and my knees went forcibly weak. His hands were rough and calloused and even thought I hated him, something inside me wanted my hands to stay in his tight grip. I growled frustrated. Where did that come from? He forcefully shoved me against the wall and I winced as my back smashed against the wall, my hands pinned above my head. His face neared closer to mine and I involuntarily took a deep breath inhaling his addictive masculine smell. I felt his breath tickle my ear and I heard him inhale my scent, a groan passing his lips. He trailed kisses down my throat and my anger combined with a strong feeling of lust. I was frozen, scared of how much I was revelling from his touch. He whispered in my ear:

‘I dare because I am above you and I will stop at nothing to see you crushed into a pulp’ he growled and I felt my eyes widen, scared ‘It is such a pity though, for a fine ass like that to go to waste,’ a sinister smile crossed his face and I gulped, but he only slapped my ass hard and dropped my arms, like I was contagious, and almost ran out of the door, a look of baffled confusion plastered across his face.