You Started it, Brother

Chapter 5

Nicole's P.O.V

I heard the door open. I stopped my crying, though unfortunately my hands were still cuffed behind me so I couldn't wipe my face.

"Nicole?" a voice behind my asked. I turned to see my dad. His bright blue eyes filled with tears.

"Daddy!" I exclaimed. My father rushed to unlock the cell and took me up in his arms. I cried into his shoulder and he into my hair.

Beside me, Brian cleared his throat. "Father? May I speak to Nicole alone?" he asked, ruining the moment.

My father reluctantly released me from his arms. Looking down at me, he smiled and kissed my forehead.

Brains P.O.V

After watching my fathers and sisters little 'scene' I felt sick. Has he forgotten what she did to him? The pain she put him through?

I cleared my throat, purposely ruining the moment. "Father? May I speak to Nicole alone?"

My father slowly released my sister and kissed her forehead. Turning, he nodded to me and went up the stairs out of the cellar.

I pulled up a chair and told her to sit. I re-cuffed her hands around the bars on the back of the chair.

I circled my still bound sister. She was going to pay. Pay for the pain she put us in, the grief. For taking dad away.

Nicole's P.O.V

Why is he treating my like a prisoner? Why is he so angry? Is something wrong? My thoughts were interrupted by Brian's voice, "Why'd you leave, Nic? Do you even understand what that did? To dad? Elliot? Me? Come on Nic! What's wrong with you?!"

I looked down, refusing to meet his eyes. "Answer me!" Brian gripped my neck in his hand, pulling me up in the seat.

I gasped for air, "Brian! Let go!"

Brian's blue eyes had turned black, now they faded slowly, his grip easing. "I will make you pay. I will make you pay for what you did to us!" with that he stormed from the room.

*3 hours later. Still Nicole's P.O.V*

My arms ached from this position. My eyes burned from my tears. My wolf whimpered for her brother and her mate.

Light seeped in from up the stairs as the door creaked open. I kept my eyes closed. Who ever it was came behind me. Sparks flared through my arms as they unlocked the cuffs. Elliot.

I stood and whirled around. Elliot pushed the chair from between us and wrapped his arm around my waist. He pressed his lips to mine. For a few seconds, I actually felt safe, forgiven. Until Elliot hands gripped my wrists and he cuffed then again. I broke away from the kiss and looked at him feeling betrayed. Guilt was written across his face. I let out a low growl, barring my teeth.

"I'm sorry Nic, but I have to follow orders." I turned my back on him.

He lead me up the stairs and to my old room. He closed the door, locked it and unlocked the cuffs around my wrists. "Brian said to tell you to get ready for training. He wants to see what his sister has become." He informed me, refusing to meet my eyes.

I snorted. Of course he does. He has to check out his competition. I turned and walked to the bathroom, running my fingers through my long white hair. It went to my waist.

Closing the bathroom door I went to the sink. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my temper. I turned on the hot water and splashed some on my face.

Drying my face, I went into the walk in closet, that amazingly, was already filled with cloths of my size. I pulled on a sports bra and a tight tank top that came just above my belly button. I then put on Capri spandex.

I twisted my hair into a long braid and walked out to meet Elliot. He's eyes filled with lust when he saw me. He reached me in two steps and wrapped his arm around my waist and sparks spread through me. "Elliot, no!" I told him pushing away.

"Oh, come on, Nic! I know you feel it too!"

I narrowed my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. "You disgust me," I spat. Though, it was only partially true. I did love him. Even before our mate bond. But I was still angry with him and Brian and his little stunt this morning.

Elliot's face filled with shock and pain. Though it was soon replaced with anger. Furious, he reached forward and grabbed my arm. Yanking me around, he cuffed my hands and shoved me out the door. I stumbled and fell on the railing. Elliot grabbed my braid and pulled me back, shoving me towards the stairs.

By the time we reached the field, I was ticked. Brian smirked at me, "Ready to begin?"

"If you can keep up."