Stained (A Fast and Furious Story)

Chapter 10

This is not how I planned my reunion with the big brother.... I always dreamed of the shit you see on Lifetime. I know they are very cheesy, but I'd prefer cheesy over an extremely angry person yanking on my arm.

"Hey, let go of me!" I snatch my limb back. Brian looks at me as if I had all of a sudden grown three heads. I look around and notice that Dom and Mia have already left the room.

"I was going to tell you the moment I met you, but...." The words couldn't leave my mouth.

"But what? You couldn't be honest with me? How long have you known?"

"A few years..."

"Are you serious? I can't deal with this right now." He started to walk away, I couldn't help myself, and I ran towards him.

"Hey! No, you don't get to do this to me! I'm the one who deserves to be pissed off, not you! Look at me!" I grab him by the shoulder and make him face me. He refuses to look me in the eye, but I don't care.

"You didn't want to know about me, remember? Do you remember that lovely conversation we had? Why did you expect me to even say shit to you?!" He pushes me away before he looks at me.

"Have you changed your mind about what you said?" I look at him, hoping to see something other than anger in his eyes.

"No, I haven't." He says after a moment.

"I hope you never have to experience what it's like to not be wanted by the person you expected to want you the most." Traitorous tears stream down my cheeks. I'm so angry at how weak I feel at the moment. No one chases after me as I walk away. For a moment I'm grateful, but I wish he would've came after me.

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A few hours later, I'm sitting alone at beach, looking at the waves crash into one another. I cover my bare feet in the sand over and over again, trying to prevent myself form thinking. I don't know what I am going to do... Do I got back? Am I welcome back at all? Why haven't they came back to look for me? Would they look for me if I never show up again? I pull my knees up to my chest and rest my chin on to top of them. Before I know it, I'm tearing up again. I don't even notice that someone is beside me until I wipe my eyes. 

"Oh my gosh! " I nearly jump up and run, but I see those beautiful green eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten to. I just had to make sure that it was you."

"Yes, it is the one and only Avery, right in the flesh." I say sarcastically.

"Might I ask why a woman as beautiful as you is here alone, crying?"

I look over at Owen and I take in his features. He's wearing white linen shirt and blue jeans. He puts his shoes in between us right beside my chucks. His shirt is unbuttoned and my gosh... this man was sculpted by the Gods. His green eyes are glistening, catching the moonlight. He's looking out at the ocean when I finally answer him.

"I came here to forget...." He meets my gaze and before I know it, our lips are crashing into each other. His kiss was cautious, as if as asking for permission to let loose. Finally, he lets go and everything turns into pure passion. He moves closer to me, never breaking contact. I wrap my arms around his neck and straddle him. He breaks the kiss and caresses my cheek. I can't help the giggle that leaves my mouth. The way he looks at me honestly makes me believe that I am as beautiful as he says. He kisses me on my jaw and it sends chills down my spine. I kiss him again, but this time more urgently, wanting more. I run my fingers through his hair, yanking it gently.