Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

9

All I could do was stare back at Jason’s disappearing form. Then Alex finally turned to face us.

“You are going home.” He said it like an order. Well, I guess it was an order.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I gritted through my teeth.

“Me? You were the one whoring around with him,” Alex came closer.

“I am 26 years old. I can sleep with whoever I want to and you can’t do shit about it.” I was so far over being just furious.

“Guess what, I just did,” he smirked. I couldn’t believe it. How dared he smirk at me?

I stomped on Animus's foot. When he loosened his grip on me, I elbowed him in the guts, then turned around and punched him. He didn’t expect that. Probably that was the only reason I succeeded.

“You bitch,” he hissed.

“Fuck you,” I spat at him and kneed him in the balls. He fell down on his knees, holding his manhood.

I turned to face Alex.

“I am going to tell everything to dad and if he refuses to do anything about it, I will make sure myself that you pay for this.” I might be looking sweet and fragile, but I was far from that. Deep down, there was an evil waiting to come out.

Alex laughed. That was the last drop. I punched him as hard as I could. And it was hard. I wasn’t weak. When Greg started to abuse me, I went to the gym and got myself a coach who taught me to fight. And I did fight back. Unfortunately, Greg was stronger, and I usually ended up lying on the ground, barely conscious.

Alex brought his hand to his split lip and cleaned the blood that was oozing from the wound.

“Do not ever raise your hand against me. Do you understand? You might be my sister, but I will not hesitate to put you back in your place,” he snarled at me. For the first time in my life, I was scared of my brother. He was supposed to protect me. He was supposed to love me. Not threaten me like that.

“Take her home.” Alex picked up my car keys that I had thrown down during this event and threw them at Animus. He caught them with ease. I didn’t notice when he got up.

“Come on.” Animus grabbed my upper arm and lead me to my car.

“Let me go! You can’t even drive! You are drunk!” I trashed in his hold, but it was too strong.

“I am not drunk. Now get in before I have to help you.” He looked at me deadly. I was too tired to fight any longer, so I just got in the car. He got in the driver's seat and started the car. This was not how I wanted to end my night.

Sometime during the ride, I fell asleep, because one moment I was looking out the window, the next I was in Animus’s hands. He was fucking carrying me. And not to my home.

“Where the hell are we? And put me down,” I yelled, and he dropped me on my ass. Actually, it was more like my ass and back. It hurt pretty badly. I cried out from the impact with the stone floor and then moaned as the pain spread through my body.

“What, I did what you asked,” he said and simply stepped over my lying form and went up the stairs on the porch.

“One day I am going to kill your sorry ass,” I threatened, while slowly getting up. I rubbed my behind. It not only hurt, but was wet as well. Great. Just great.

“Come on, you wouldn’t want to get sick, now would you?” Animus opened the door and waited for me to go in. I refused and turned around to go back to my car. But again, I didn’t get what I wanted because some fucking bastard had to pick me up and throw me over his shoulder.

“Hey! Let me go, you asshole!” I hit his back, but he wasn’t fazed by it.

“Shut up,” he said and threw me on the couch. Then he went back and locked the front door.

“Open that door,” I demanded.

“No. Now let’s go. I’ll show you where you’re going to sleep unless you want to sleep on the floor,” he motioned for me to follow him.

“I am not going to stay here.” I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Yes you are. Now shut up and bring that sorry ass over here.” Animus narrowed his eyes. I could tell that I was getting on his last nerve. But I didn’t care. Both, him and Alex had gotten on my last nerve some time ago. I was fed up with this. I came home to get away from my problems and not to find new ones. I guess I was not meant to have a normal life.

“A few hours ago, you wanted to fuck this sorry ass.” Why did I say that? I don’t know. I was not thinking straight at the moment.

“I still do, so unless you want my dick buried deep inside of your pussy, I would suggest that you stop talking and go to sleep,” he glared at me and stepped forward.

“That is one thing that will never happen,” I said with so much confidence. I really thought so. I didn’t want to sleep with him and never would. I walked past him.

“Second door on the left,” he said, and I opened them. After entering, I closed and locked the door.

God, please give me strength not to kill someone in the nearest future. I woke up next morning feeling a huge headache.

I groaned loudly.

I guess drinking, hot make-out session, fighting, yelling and (I looked at the clock who showed it was 9 am) sleeping for 3 hours could make your head explode. At least that’s how I felt this morning. I slowly sat up. After the head ache calmed down a little, I looked around. The room I was in was quiet small with dark bluish green walls, massive brown chest of drawers against the wall opposite the bed I was sitting on. On each side of the bed was a nightstand with a lamp on it. On my right, there was one door that lead out of the room. On my left was a simple window with white panes.

I noticed there was a glass of water and a pill. Probably a painkiller. My headache was too bad for me to care about what the pill could be, so I just took it. Even that asked for an effort from me.

I slowly stood up. It was time for me to get out of here. I took my coat and boots in my hands. I was too lazy to put them on. I slowly and as quietly as I could open the door. I peeked outside. Everything was quiet, and no one was there. I slowly tiptoed to get to the front door.

But then something kicked in my mind. I locked the door last night right after I got in. And I am sure there was no glass of water or pills on the nightstand. My parka should have been lying on the ground, but it was lying on the chair.

Suddenly, I was not alone.

“Leaving so soon?”