Loyalty {EDITING}

Chapter 25 - Take It, Baby

*******Sexual Content*******

Chapter 25 - Take It, Baby

*****David's POV*****

Currently, it's Brianna, Byron, Amber and I sitting in the Wilson's living room. We are waiting patiently for Amber to start explaining. She has been sitting in her seat, fiddling with her thumbs, and crying silently for the last ten minutes. To be honest, I just think she's uncomfortable.

Let me explain to you what happened after Brianna's offer to go to her house to discuss matters.

So, after Brianna made that suggestion... Amber twiddled with her thumbs for a bit while sniffling before reluctantly agreeing to the idea. Then guess who drove? Me. Yeah, and it was a rather awkward ride that I would rather not experience again. Amber just sat the whole drive sniffling while twiddling her thumbs and occasionally glancing around nervously.

No matter how much I turned up the music, without damaging my ears, I could not get the noise of her sniffling out of my ears. Want to know something even worse? I could hear her fucking thoughts.

I miss my mommy. I miss my mommy. I miss my daddy. I miss my daddy. I never got to say 'bye' one more time. I never got to say 'I love you' one more time. I wish I never sucked almost every guy's dick-. Okay. I decided I'm going to block her thoughts for now on. I don't know how. But I some how figured out how to do it. I don't want to hear about no winey psychopath sucking dick. I don't even know what that has to do with her parents. Nor do I want to.

Yeah, let's get back to the present now. Okay, currently I am pulling Byron to his 'man cave' room so we can play some video games. Maybe they want some 'girl talk'.

Usually when Byron and I play video games, we talk about shit. Shit that doesn't matter. Shit that does matter. Shit that doesn't make any sense. Shit that does make sense. If the game gets real, we simply stop talking. If the conversation gets real, we simply pause it.

As soon as we start up the video game we start our chatter.

"What do you think their talking about, man?" Byron asks nervously and he looks anxious. I've never seen him like that before. He is always smooth. Smooth with his words, his jokes, everything.

"I don't know. Probably some girly shit. You know like planning a movie night and eating some ice cream. Isn't that what they do when their depressed? I would see Brianna doing it sometimes when I came over doing that. Anyway, forget about that bro. What is wrong with you?" I say worriedly. I only know about that depressed shit from watching my beloved all these years.

"Man, I gotta tell you something. Don't freak out." He says nervously and pauses the game. I face him with a attentive expression so he knows I'm listening.

"Go on." I encourage.

"Well... since your my brother I wanted to tell you first. But you can't tell Brianna because she will kill me. You got to promise not to tell her because she will beat me up about this and-" I stop is nervous chatter with a brotherly slap on the shoulder.

"Ron. You have nothing to worry about. I won't tell her. But you have to tell her sooner or later. I'm not keeping a secret from my beloved forever." I said seriously so he will understand. No way will that happen. I will help my bro out, but I won't put my dick on a silver platter just to help him out.

Ron nods in understanding. "Yeah man. But, uh.... Amber is my mate." He whispers so quietly, if I wasn't vampire, I would have never heard him in a million years.

I sat there stunned. The girl that was trying so bad to hook up with me or suck my dick or whatever the hell she wanted to do? The girl that is a psychopath? The girl that sucks a lot of dick? Damn. I feel bad for my brother right now. If Brianna was doing that... God I won't even finish that thought. That is just something too hard for me to grasp. I would bitch and cry about that for a long ass time.