The Bad Boy or His Brother

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Four

            I hadn’t even known I had fallen asleep until there is a loud knock on the door and the doorbell is rang. I sit up slowly, finding my head had been resting on his thigh and when I look up, Marcus’s head was being lifted away from his hand, his eyes sleepy.

            The TV sounds loudly and I turn it down before getting up, stumbling into the coffee table at first, cursing under my breath when I stub my toe, before walking down the hallway to the door.

            I hear footsteps behind me as I am about to open the door and I hear a slight chuckle.

            “How much do you want to bet that that is Xander himself? Furious he found my truck outside.” He says and I look over my should, my stomach clenching at the thought of seeing the anger on Xander’s face.

            Why should my stomach be clenching. I have no reason to feel guilty for letting Marcus come in. After all, he did go to Cassandra’s.

            I sigh before opening the door and bidding my stomach not to churn or my heart race.

            “What the hell are you doing here?” Xander snaps, looking over my shoulder at Marcus, the look in his eyes is piercing, cold, and angry.

            “Helping the girl you are playing.” Marcus says stiffly and Xander’s jaw clenches tighter if possible.

            “What the fuck did you just say.” Xander says, taking a few steps inside, making me move to the side to avoid being trampled, I am not sure if he would stop if he were to run me over, the anger with his brother was overwhelming everything.

            “Did I stutter?” Marcus hisses, stepping forward so they are face to face. I stand behind them, not really knowing what exactly I should do.

            Well, I know what I should do, but how was I supposed to do that?

            “I think you need a correction, she is the girl you played.”

            “No, the girl I cheated on, but you little brother, are the guy that is fucking another chick and probably her too.”

            Xander’s fist is the first to fly. It connects with Marcus’s cheek, but this doesn’t daze him, after this, the whole fight breaks out. Shoves are pushed, fists are flown, skin is broken and feet are shuffled.

            I step forward are squeeze myself between them and try to shove Xander back using my palms against his chest, but the first shove doesn’t work. I try again and this time he stumbles back a step.

            “Stop it!” I scream but they do not listen. Xander’s eyes meet mine a moment before I am pushed forward by Marcus’s body behind me. I try to turn around but as the fight continues, a pair of hands push me and I lose my footing, sending my shoulder to slam against the wall and the side of my head against and picture frame.

            The sound of breaking glass fills the room as both I and the picture frame hit the floor. The fight stops and I sit up quickly, a pain shooting through my skull and the room sways slightly. I scoot over to the picture as I feel the warm liquid run down my cheek.

            Tears sting my eyes as I brush away the broken glass to uncover the picture, finding my mother holding me in a embrace, smiles and silent laughter is visible. There was only one person that I know took this picture.