The Brooks Boys

Chapter Fourty Three

The songs for this chapter:

Panic! at the Disco - Bittersweet.

Arctic Monkeys - Do I wanna Know.

~Ellie's P.O.V~

"Beau?" I stop and look at the object in his hand. Why is he holding my phone?

"Yup." he says innocently playing about with it.

I walk over and take a seat next to him.

"Beau, what are you doing on my phone?" I ask a more little sternly.

"Trying to find the off button. It keeps going off and it's fucking annoying." He laughs tossing it around. For a moment I thought he may have been stalking through my phone or something. Not that I'd mind. I've got nothing to hide.

I take the phone away from him and turn it on silence, before checking through my texts and calls.

Great. It looks like Troye phoned again today. Oh gosh, I hope Beau hasn't already discovered the long line of missed calls from him.

"Looks like Troye called again." he sulks, gazing over my shoulder.

By the saddened look on his face I predict that this is news for him. Providing proof that he hasn't been snooping around on my phone.

"Lets not talk about Troye, right now." I tell him as he lifts me onto his lap.

I force my lips onto his sliding closer to his torso. I need him now. I need him to help me to forget about everything.

"Woah! Somebody's eager." Beau laughs into my mouth.

"Sorry I-" I say but he presses his index finger onto my lips, silencing me seductively. He moves his head slowly until his lips are in line with my ear.

"Don't you ever apologise for being sexy. Not to me anyway." he whispers, nearly making my knees buckle as he softly kisses the area beneath my ear and works his way down my neck.

"Got it?" he says and I nod frantically begging him to stop this teasing torture.

"Good." he smiles and releases me. My skin already misses his touch and I frown at him.

"Aw babe don't be mad. There will plenty of time for more of that later. But for now I just wanna talk." he says lifting me from his lap and placing me beside him.

"So what do you want to talk about?" I ask and he brings both my hands into his.

"You. What's the matter? You've been a bit off all day." Well I guess I wasn't as transparent as I thought I had been.

"Just a bad dream." I shrug. I can tell him that much right?

"Of course." he lifts his eyebrows at me.

"Okay. A couple bad dreams. But I'm okay now I swear." I try to assure him, but his expression still saddens.

"Oh no babe. What about?" Darn it. I can't tell him about what my nightmares were like. He'll completely freak out. But I guess telling him the bare bones wouldn't hurt.

"C'mon Ellie. You can tell me." he coaxes.

"Okay. Well I was lying on my bed at home, then there was a knock at the door..."

...

"Oh my fucking God. That's grim." he gasps pulling me into his arms.

"I know." I sulk, pushing my head further into his chest.

"As long as I'm here, nothing of the sort will never happen to you. Never." he tells me. Even the sheer though of the word 'rape' makes me shudder all over.