The Bitch Vs. The Brother

Chapter 6

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"Wait, calm down.  Please, " I started,  again,  sweating as I tried to ease my racing heartbeat.  There was no point though; we were caught. Without a second thought, I abruptly stood up and off the bed, snatching the comforter off. Stephanie squealed, falling off the bed with the comforter. I then picked it up, apologized to Stephanie, and wrapped the entire blanket around myself. "Really sorry Steph," I mumbled, blushing madly as I tried to forget that there was another man in the room that can see my junk. 

She rolls her eyes at me, standing up and sitting on the bed, however she never takes her eyes away from the figure at the door. "Can you let me explain? Please?" She starts, wrapping the sheet around her body to cover herself. 

"Explain? There's nothing to explain,  you bitch!" The figure walks inside the room, and slams the door, eyes darting from her then to me. "And you! Mikey you're fucking your brother's girlfriend! Does the word "brother" even mean anything to you?!" Mike screams at me, bawling his fists up. "And you again," he points at Stephanie. "You little slut bag. You're fucking with your boyfriend's brother! You always get mad at Vincent when he even looks in another female's direction! I looked at you as my fucking sister! Mikey I looked at you as my fucking brother! I always have! Through thick and thin! That ain't even my girl, and I'm pissed. You know how Vincent feels about her. He loves this girl to death! And after I just finished talking to you about leaving this bitch alone, you go behind my back AND Vincent's back and do exactly what I was afraid of you doing? Some dumb shit? What the hell am I supposed to do with the two of you now? What am I suppose to tell Vincent?" Mike glares at from Stephanie to me, and all I see in his eyes is anger, hatred, and betrayal. 

I couldn't even find the words to speak, so instead, I stayed silent, listening the the drum roll beat of my heart. I felt terrible. Betraying my brother was the last thing I wanted to do, but I did it anyway; I gave into temptation; and I can never take it back. Finally I built up the courage to speak, but by then Stephanie was fully dressed, and finger combing her hair with a frown. "Look, I'm sorry for what I've done, but I can't take it back. So the question is: are you snitching on us?" Stephanie asked with so much courage that I had to pinch myself, just to make sure that I heard her correctly.

Then I heard a long, loud ass sigh come from Mike. "I'm about to break my number one rule and drag this bitch by her hair down the fucking stairs. Mikey get her NOW!" Mike growled as he stepped forward. The anger was practically seeping through the air in thick suffocating waves. Watching Mike trying, and almost failing, not to strangle Stephanie was painful to watch; because not only did he use to really enjoy her company, but because I also still have feelings for this girl. 

Call me crazy, I don't give a fuck. That girl drives me crazy, and if she wasn't Vincent's girl then I would've already made my move on making her mines. Just the thought of Vincent touching her is enough to make me angry and makes me want to punch a hole through this perfectly straightened and whitened teeth. I love my brother with every bone in my body; every fiber in my being; but this is one thing that I just can't bring myself to get over. I want her. I want her. I want her. I can't say it enough. And sometimes I pray that one day I can say it for the last time and it finally happens; but it never will. I keep telling myself to get over her and to find another chick to bury my dick inside of for a night, and I tell myself "fuck Stephanie. I don't need her". But in truth, if Vincent ever did something to hurt her, I'd lose control. I find myself falling for her more and more each and every day...and I hate every single last second of it. I don't want to look at Vincent and Stephanie with anger and jealousy. I want to be able to look at them and just not give a fuck about their relationship; but I already know that that's not going to happen anytime soon, and maybe not ever. I'm screwed over.

"Mikey!!!"

I flinched as I snapped out of my daze. My cheeks felt extremely hot, like I should fan myself. How long was I dazing? "Yeah?"

Mike's glare dropped from the blazing glare he was giving me, to a soft pitying look, and then he went right back to the glare. He did it so fast that I almost thought that I was imagining it. "Did you hear anything I said to you?" Mike asked, staring me down again. I shook my head slowly, and then I heard a giggle, followed by a cough to cover it up. I smirked for a second, but then dropped it once I saw the menacing stare Mike was throwing at Stephanie. "What's so funny, bitch?"

"Whoa whoa whoa Mike. C'mon is it really necessary to refer to a woman out of her name?" I jumped in.

"Hmm I don't fucking know. Is she really a lady; because last time I checked, a real lady is loyal to one man and doesn't spread her legs wide open for another nigga while her current nigga, is downstairs waiting for her patiently! I don't think that's very lady like, right Mikey? Right Stephanie?" Mike taunts, turning my blood hot. 

"Don't fucking insult her like that Mike. I'm not kidding," the look on his face is the look you would give a guy if he asked another guy how big his dick is. Stephanie sighs and bounces on the bed, obviously annoyed.

"It's fine Mikey. I deserved that. It's okay. Look Mike," she stands up. "I was wrong, okay? I was way completely off the charts wrong for what I've done to Vincent with his older brother. I understand that you hate me. because if it was the other way around, and if somebody did this to somebody that I hold close to me, yes, I'd be furious; damn near ready to kill somebody like you're trying not to do to me. But listen, I really do love Vincent. more than you would ever understand," hearing her say that made me feel weird. My heartbeat sped up and I felt like I couldn't breathe; I felt the back of my eyes starting to sting, and I couldn't understand why. "But, listen, is it wrong to love more than one person?"

My jaw dropped at the same time as Mike's did; except mine didn't go back to normal for awhile. Mike was speechless as Stephanie teared up, wiping her eyes as her tears began to spill over. My fingers just itched to caress her; to tell that it's okay. But nothing is going to be okay right now. Somebody has witnessed Stephanie and I having sex, and with just our luck, it was my best friend. Finally Mike spoke: "Yes, it is wrong, especially if the two people that you love are related, you fucking animal!" he began to raise his voice, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. Mike is one of the scariest people I know when he's mad. Mike takes a lethal step forward, closing in on Stephanie. Instinctively, I move in front of her to her defense, causing Mike to growl at me. "You know what? Fuck the both of you. You both make me fucking sick," he turns around, preparing to walk away until I place a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike wait let me~" I never finished my sentence. Mike had turned around so fast that I didn't realize him make a fist. His fist connected with the left side of my jaw so hard  that I felt a crack. Stephanie gasped right before I hit the ground. As I raised my hand to feel my jaw, I felt blood pooling in my mouth. I must have bitten my tongue pretty hard. The metallic taste was beginning to make me cringe as I was attempting, and failing, to swallow the rest of the blood on my tongue. 

"Until you tell Vincent, I want nothing to do with either of you! You're both fucking disgusting, and I can't stand the sight of either of you! I'm not going to California with you. So you have two choices: you stay here, with her, and tell Vincent that you don't want to go anymore. You're other option is to tell Vincent, face the consequences, and pray that he forgives you. Because if you ever did that shit to me, you better believe that I would never speak to you again!" and then he turns and walks away, opens the door, and slams it so hard that the hinges came undone, causing the door to cave in and fall inside my room. 

"You might want to hurry and throw your clothes on. He slammed the door hard enough to get Vincent's attention. He did it on purpose," Stephanie suggests, offering me a half smile before walking away, stepping over my now broken door. 

I sigh, angry with myself for how I've been acting. Vincent will never forgive me. That thought hurts my heart in the most unimaginable ways. 

Ugh, Vincent, what the hell am I doing to you?