I Can't Take Anymore *A Vic Fuentes Love Story* -BEING EDITED-

Ch. 5

1 week later:

I sat on my bed, my back pressed against the headboard watching Noelle as she pulled clothes out of my walk-in closet and tossed them on to my bed. I mindlessly traced the word carved in to my right thigh. My wounds had all closed and most of them were fully healed. The burn marks on my neck and wrist healed a bit but still remained looking as new as ever. I was soon broken out of my thought as my vision was blackened. I reached up to my face and pulled off the t-shirt Noelle had tossed.

"Noe!" I shouted playfully.

She looked at me and giggled before turning back to my closet. She took a step in deeper and disappeared from my sight. A few seconds later, more clothes began to appear coming out of the closet.

"Noe!" I shouted again.

Her head popped out of the closet as she looked at me with innocent eyes. "Yes m'am" she asked in a southern accent.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I pulled my hair back in to a messy bun.

"Picking out what you're going to wear on tour" she said as she walked over to my bed. She hopped on my bed. She spread herself out on it like a starfish.

"I can do that myself you know" I said as I tossed the pillow beside my at her head.

" 'Ey!" she squealed as she shot up. Without warning, she pounced on me. "Noe!" I yelled out as she pinned my down. I pushed her off and jumped on her. Our laughter filled the room as we began to wrestle.

"Well well well. There's nothing sexier than two half dressed women on a bed" said a voice. Noelle and I quickly pulled away from each other and looked towards the door. My brother stood against the door, leaning on the frame, his hands in his pockets.

"What do you want?" I snapped.

He raised an eyebrow at me and began to chuckle."Fiesty now" he responded as he walked in to the bedroom. He stopped at the foot of the bed before sitting down.

"She asked you a question asshole" snapped Noelle. Liam's eyes scanned the room before looking up at me not even bothering to respond to her.

"What's with the huge mess?" he asked.

"None of your bussiness" I said as I hopped off the bed and walked in to the closet.

"You're my sister Pierce. It is my business" he called out.

I reached up to the highest shelf in the closet and pulled down my suitcase. I carried it out of the closet and tossed it on to the bed.

"No. I'm the whore who used to be your sister" I said as I zipped the suitcase open. I pulled out the duffel bag that was in it and put it on the bed beside the suitcase.

Liam let out a deep sigh as he ran his fingers through his dirty blond hair. How in the hell are he and I even related! We looked nothing alike! He has blond hair, I have brown. He has blue eyes, I have brown. He's tall, white and skinny yet muscular while I'm short, with pale tanned skin and skinny. He's loud, obnoxious and an attention whore, while I'm quiet, shy and self reserved. When nessesary of course.

"You're still holding on to that?" he asked, his tone irritated.

I shot him a glare before grabbing the clothes on the bed and beggining to place them in the suitcase.

"She has every damn right to be mad at you, you fucker" growled Noelle.

Liam looked at her and chuckled as he shook his head. "Come on beautiful, don't be that way" he said slyly before looking at me.