Crushed and Created- Tangled series (Overprotective famous brothers)

Opprobrious

ALISHA

Getting back into the house from the gym felt like a walk to the end of the world, which included crossing valleys and mountains. It was safe to say that I was about to faint soon, if not die out of exhaustion. When Dimitri had talked about only five hours of training per day, we had assumed it’d be easy. Honestly, it was turning out so much more difficult. I didn’t know if it was all because of PF, but I knew that it did have some effect on my gymnastics.

“Somebody looks like a zombie.” Tyson noted without looking up from a book and I rolled my eyes at him.

“I am. Get me some food, will you?” I groaned, slumping on the couch. Tyson cleared his throat and I mumbled a ‘please’. He got up and brought back some salad, which included capsicum and broccoli. Let me tell you one thing- I hated those two vegetables with a passion like none other.

“I’d rather order food from outside.” I picked up my phone, but Tyson shook his head and pushed the bowl forward.

“Eat this, you need the nutrition.”

“Fuck it.” I mumbled in my breath but his sharp ears heard me. Damn him and his navy trained senses!

“What did you just say young lady?” he crossed his arms and looked me down with those business mode eyes. Nobody in the house was supposed to tolerate me being rude, and they knew that. They had all the rights to cut my allowance, ground me or take away my phone and/or laptop. But me being me decided to act stupid.

“I said fuck it.” I pushed the bowl away, it smashing on the wooden floor.

“Before you get into more trouble than you already are in, go to your room.” Sohail came downstairs. Oh shit, he had witnessed everything, I knew it from the look in his eyes.

“Fine.” I stomped upstairs, slamming the door shut. Picking up the latest issue of seventeen magazine, I flipped through the pages in anger. Just a few moments later, the door to my room opened.

“Now.” Sohail came in and closed the door to my room, “you know that what you’ve done in unacceptable. Go down, apologize, clean up the mess and stay good.”

“Or what?” I challenged without looking up from the magazine.

“Or” he snatched the magazine away and placed it behind him, “you are grounded until further notice, with no privileges what so ever. And just by the way, it is time for you to check your oxygen levels.” He gave me my meter and I threw it across the room.

“It is not always about PF. I have a life beyond it, which includes the right to be grumpy and tired and pissed!” I yelled at him, making him flinch.

“But how could you ever understand?” I got my voice normal again, but inside I was shaking wildly. It was so bad that I had to grab the sheets to refrain from yelling and crying and the same time. And I didn’t want to cry emotionally, but physically I wanted to. It was weird, something I had never felt before.

“I know it is not always about PF, but we care. That is why everyone asks you to check all the time. You…”

“Just leave, please.” I interrupted him. “Punish me the way you want, but I just need some time alone. Please.” He looked at me closely and exhaled sharply.

“Alright, take your time. But before that clean the mess downstairs and lock yourself in here if you want to. Do we understand each other?” he got up and raised him think brows at me. I nodded, trying not to curse and push him out the door. I didn’t want to see even a human shadow around right now.

“Yes sir.”

“Good.” He left, and I went down too. Getting a zip pouch, I picked up all the glass from the ground, one of it slicing my palm a bit. Ignoring the burns, I cleaned the place and threw the trash away. And then as planned, I locked myself into my room and blasted music. Evanescence sang the dark, mysterious lyrics with such soul and pain, that I almost related with her.