Weakness

Grace’s P.O.V

I sat patiently in my brother, Ryan’s car. I fidgeted, fingering the hem of my shirt. Trying to find something – anything that would take my mind off what was happening in the eerily creepy house in front of me.

Just ten minutes ago Ryan had got out of the car and stomped his way up the path slamming his fists into the door before it narrowly opened and he slipped inside. The door immediately shutting behind him as what little light was previously supplied faded.

He had remained silent the whole car journey from picking me up from my friends house – except for telling me that before we went home we were going to make a slight diversion. Without my consent of course, but he sure as didn’t seem in the mood to be argued at so I let it slip.

He thinks I don’t know what he does; he thinks I’m too naive. I may be only fifteen but I wasn’t stupid – in fact I was quite the opposite. I knew that he did drugs; I knew that he, ahem, Has sex with random girls, and despite trying to tell myself it wasn’t true – I knew he was in a gang.

I quickly checked the time on the car clock that was placed just above the steering wheel, a steering wheel that was worn and frayed, no doubt to my brothers obsessive bad temper. He had a tendency to go off on one and boy did that happen a lot.

My mum and dad surely didn’t know though. We – as a family had a reputation to up hold and if even the notion of the town heard that the vicar's son was a ‘druggie’ then I’m pretty sure hell would break loose. Literally.

I on the other hand was a goody two shoes. I was top of my class at most things, I had a reputation to uphold for my family – and I was doing a pretty darn good job doing so. Unlike my brother, I didn’t drink, I didn’t smoke and I definitely didn’t have sex with random boys, I was a proud virgin.

My dad didn’t let me date boys. He said I couldn’t date till I was thirty. And as much as I wish he was joking, he was probably being serious. Not that I could follow that rule though, I couldn’t go without my first kiss till I was thirty, could I? Most girls my age had already had sex let alone kissed a boy.

I tapped my fingers against the black matt leather of the car seat anxiously waiting for Ryan to return so that we could go home and I could pretend that none of it ever happened. Pretend – that’s what I did most of the time. I didn’t like thinking that my brother was bad so I just pretend to make everything all right.

The car was getting stuffy, the proximity of the situation getting to me. I quickly pulled the car door handle, before undoing my seatbelt and getting out of the car. I had no plans to go anywhere near that house, but staying in that car would make me go crazy and I needed fresh air.

I hadn’t seen this part of town before and I already knew that I didn’t like it. The dingy old street lights gave out hardly any light making it seem even creepier. The trees casting shadows that only led the imagination what could be out there.

My dad didn’t let me go to any parts of the town like this, in fact he’d probably have a heart attack just at the thought, another reason not to tell him about Ryan. I didn’t want to be a snitch and he’d probably go over the edge if he knew the things his son was getting up to.

“What’s a pretty young thing like yourself doing out here at this time of night?” a dark raspy voice spoke up almost giving me a heart attack, and there I was talking about my dad. Ironic much.

I snapped my head upwards immediately to find a guy standing in front of me. A very handsome guy if I must say so myself. A cigarette in one hand while the other was propping himself up against the wall.

His flawless features were enough for any girl to fall for him in first glance. He had luscious light brown hair that was perfectly spiked up. His light golden irises were the best thing about him they had a stare that made you feel like he was staring into your soul. It was sexy, verging on creepy.

I mentally scolded myself for even thinking that way about him. What would my dad say if I was having such vulgar thoughts about a boy – a boy who I may say looked to be older than me that indeed would give him a heart attack?

He cleared his throat, a slight smirk appearing on his face making my stomach drop. “Are you going to check me out, or actually speak,” he mocked. My gaze immediately fell to the ground as I felt my cheeks heat up and I thanked God that it was too dark for him to see.

He took the cigarette placing it between his plump lips, taking a sharp inhale before exhaling the smoke out, a heavy sigh following.

“I- I’m waiting for my brother,” I stuttered. I can only imagine the types of people that my brother hangs round with, and for all I know the Greek god standing in front of me could be a murderer. Scratch that he probably is.

His eyes perked up at the mentioning of ‘my brother’ and an intriguing look crossed his face. “And what’s your brothers na-“he got cut off by a familiar voice.

“Bieber step away from my little sister,” Ryan warned wrapping an arm around my shoulder protectively. Saved by the bell – or should I say brother. The guy who I knew as ‘Bieber’ formed his lips into a full smirk as he took his time to check me out, I instantly squirmed under his watch.

“This is your little sister,” he exclaimed as if he could quite believe it. “Yes,” Ryan snapped flipping him off before continuing “And I suggest you stay far away from her” he warned his face hardening to show he was serious.

He threw his hands up in a playful manner, “You have my word,” he said before switching his gaze to me a taunting glint in his eye making my knees go weak. “I promise,”.