The Seven Deadly Simpson Brothers [PUBLISHED]

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*N.E.V* The Seven Deadly Simpson Brothers

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(Picture is Paulo)

    I was freaking out.

As soon as I was well out of sight, I dropped the facade and clutched at my chest, struggling to get my breath back. Where the hell did all that talk at the end come from? It was just so unlike me! But...but it had worked, hadn't it? Wait! What did Ario mean by 'you too'?! He wanted to know my dirty little secrets? What the hell was I supposed to say to that?!

I must have been muttering to myself out loud because I heard someone call out to me in the dark. The streetlights didn't work well in the area and it would be a five minute walk until I reached the closest lit path.

"Manuel? That, you?"

I widened my eyes and shut my mouth. The only people, who I assumed would address Manuel Santiago by his first name like that, were his family. I couldn't see anyone and I'm sure they couldn't see me, but all the same, I started walking faster.

"Where you running to?" the person must have noticed my increase of speed. "Why aren't you saying anything? Trying to scare me?"

I was so afraid of them actually catching me, I flat out started running. I immediately picked up a second pair of footsteps chasing me and I my heart felt like it would give out. They were gaining on me.

"Manuel, why are you so slow?" the voice made me jump. "You been eating too many cachapas?"

I didn't even know what cachapas were and was busy trying not to trip over my own feet when they grabbed me from behind, muttering Spanish in a teasing tone. It was only when their hands felt my chest and realised that I wasn't exactly male, that they let go of me with a shout of shock.

"What the hell?" they exclaimed. "Who is that?"

I didn't answer, instead I just turned and ran again. I could see the streetlights up ahead and knew that once I reached them, I would be visible to whoever it was I'd left behind me. As long as they quit the chase, I would manage. Or so I thought.

I felt them clamp onto my hand and I gasped.

"Get off me!" I shouted, turning around to see Paulo, the youngest Santiago.

Paulo let go of me, "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I...I just wanted to get home," I replied.

"I thought you were my brother," he said, looking at me with those wide brown eyes. "Sorry."

He was apologising just like that? He was so unlike his brothers Miguel and Manuel who, I was very sure, would never apologise, yet similar to his brother Ario who came all the way to my home just to say sorry for his wrongdoing.

"It's okay," I tried to relax. Paulo didn't strike me as a threat.

Paulo was frowning as he searched my face, and I knew he was seconds away from recognising me from the time his brothers Miguel and Manuel tried to cut me and Hayley's eyelids off.

"I have to go," I turned and started walking away.

"I know you," to my dismay Paulo fell into step with me. "You're the waitress at the pub."