Arsen (Editing)

Arsen Always Said I Needed A Hobby

ASHTON'S POV:

I am trying to think of a time I've ever been this annoyed with Amelia.

I glared down at her small form. She had her arms crossed over her chest and a fire had been set in her green eyes. They burned with her defiance, they burned with her anger.

"Amelia put the damn dress on." My tone was verging on a growl. "We don't have time for this."

"I am not wearing that tiny scrap of fabric you call a dress." She responded, her voice was dangerously calm.

"You will if you want to make it out of this alive."

"I don't see how dressing like a slut is going to keep me alive." She spat, her control slipping.

I sighed and glanced over at Arsen, who leaned against the car and watched us. He seemed amused and that only furthered my annoyance.

I threw the dress at him and gave him a look that made pocket his absurd vape pen and abruptly stand up and walk over to his demon of a girlfriend.

He whispered something in her ear and when he pulled away she glared at him for a moment before  snatching the fabric out of his hands. "I hate both of you." She told him, loud enough for me to hear.

Arsen narrowed his eyes at me over her head." I don't like this."

Amelia stormed off in the direction of the gas station bathroom and I turned to my younger brother to explain my motives.

"Amelia has to look like she belongs in dads gang. It would be suspicious if she dressed the way she normally does."

"She is going to be suspicious anyway. Does she seem like gang material to you?" Arsen bit out, his eyes not leaving the gas station door Amelia had walked into. "I can't believe you convinced me to bring her along on this trip."

"Would you rather her stay in the same state and town as our dad?" I asked, challenging him.

Arsen hesitated a minute and chewed on his lower lip before taking a deep breath. "I still don't like this."

"Yeah well, this is the only idea I have and I don't see you coming up with anything."

"I'm not sure we can even fix this."

Within seconds I had my little brother pinned up against his car. I gripped the collar of his shirt so hard my knuckles began to turn white.

"Don't fucking say that." I growled. "This will work, we will keep her safe." I pushed him further against the car. "Or so help me God."

Arsen shrugged me off. "You act like you're in love with her or something." He commented, studying my expression for clues.

I hesitated before answering. "I'm not in love with her, I just want her safe."

"And to keep her safe you want her to dress up like a slut and send her into a room that might as well be filled with a pack of wolves?"

"I want her to look like someone our uncle would expect to see us with." I explained. "If he thinks she's only a slut we brought along for fun, hopefully he won't give her a second thought, and will help us get dad off our backs."