24 Hours In Hell

☾Chapter 6

I'll just get right to the story.

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Piper's POV

"God damn it, Conner! Gimme my fucking diary back!" I yelled furiously at Conner, my new 'soon-to-be' step-brother.

Even though he was younger then me, he was still like 5 —maybe 6— inches taller.

Conner smirked, looking over at Brad. "Should we?"

Brad smirked back, crossing his arm. "I don't think we should."

Why those little—

Okay, actually. I'll explain. So you're all probably confused?

Well, it started off like this—

*flash back*

Sighing, I get up from my bed.

I've been admiring my new room for about almost an hour now. I'm pretty bored.

Just then, an idea popped into my head and a smirk made it's way to my face.

Bingo!

I run to the door and swing it open, running out. Slowly, and quietly, I shut the door so hopefully none of the boys heard.

I made my famous puppy dog face and knocked on Brad's door, whimpering. "B-Brad!"

I didn't hear a reply, but I did hear a bit of shuffling and soon enough his door opened.

I looked at me with a bored expression. "What do you—"

A few tears made their way down my cheeks, and that's when his expression softened. He stepped into the hall ABS closed the door quietly.

"Piper, what's wrong?" He asked, concern clearly lacing his voice.

Bullseye!

I sniffles more, keeping up my act. I wrapped my arms around Brad and burried my face into his chest, 'crying'.

He tensed up a bit, but then relaxed. He placed a hand on the back of my head and gently stroked my hair. "Shhh.. what happened?"

I smirked into his chest, before I put my plan into full action and pulled away, my bottom lip quivering.

"C-Conner hit me!"

Brad's face expression completely changed.

He was.. angry?

He growled, letting go and making his way down the hall, not even saying another word to me. "CONNER! I'M GONNA KICK YOUR ASS!"

*end of flashback*

Soon enough those dumbassss found out my plan and came after me.

Yeah, it ended badly as you can see, since they have my fucking diary. I'm pretty pissed about it too.

I growled. "DAMN IT! GIVE IT BACK!"

Conner raised an eyebrow at Brad, that smug smirked still on his lips. Brad smirked back. Clearly, they were having a conversation threw eye contact.

I groaned. "Just give it back!"

Conner and Brad looked down at me, they're smirks widening.

I looked at them, my eyes widening with a bit of fear.

What were they planning..?