[Aria's P.O.V.]
I woke up to my alarm blasting Escape The Fate. Pre-Craig. Yeah, I know. What was I doing actually liking my evil stepbrother's old band? Well I liked that music before he was my stepbrother! Barely... Just a few months before... Anyway, I tried to get up to turn off the music when I felt arms snug around me. I turned slightly, only to come face to face with Ronnie. He was asleep, with a slight smile on his face. For once, he looked truly unthreatening. Seeing him that peaceful seriously made me happy, and I felt safe. He couldn't scream at me, hit me, shove me, nothing.
I knew I had to get up, so I carefully slipped out of Ronnie's arms and rolled off my bed. I leaned over him, thinking about nothing, and softly kissed him. I prayed he didn't wake up and wouldn't remember this, so I made sure I wasn't there when he woke up. I ran to my closet, tugging on shredded jeans and a shirt I ordered from Johnny B of Get Scared. Actually... I ordered it, yeah... But I found out probably a month ago that Ronnie actually talked to him about it so it was a present... So I didn't have to pay... It was really sweet. I don’t know why I was thinking about all of the sweet things Ronnie’s done for me… They’re certainly outweighed by the bad shit.
Sighing, I stepped out of the closet and went to grab my makeup so I could go into the bathroom before Ronnie got in there. But as I did, I noticed light glinting. I looked over at the wall and saw a somewhat large, rectangular piece of glass. Looking into it, I saw myself, a few scratches here and there, but nothing terribly noticeable. I ended up doing my makeup right there in my room for the first time.
As I finished doing the smoky eye look on myself, I heard a soft groan from the other side of the room. I turned around to see Ronnie propped up on one elbow, smiling almost drunkenly at me. “W-what are you smiling at me like that for…?” It unsettled me.
“You’re using the mirror,” his appearance sobered up slightly, “You like it…?”
I nodded, “Yes… I do…”
“Good,” he smiled and stood up, “I guess I made the right decision.”
“What?”
“I hung up the mirror for you last night. I wanted to help you out for once…” He kept staring at me. It made me uneasy. “Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why did you do that?”
“I can’t just be nice to my little stepsister?”
“No. You can’t. Because you never are,” I turned back to the mirror and added finishing touches to my makeup, ignoring the image of Ronnie behind me in the glass. The liar in the glass. The more I ignored him, the more he came closer. Out of nowhere, I felt arms snake around my waist, “Aria… Please just try to be a little civil towards me…”
I stood there, not moving, not even blinking. I couldn’t comprehend any of this. Then, suddenly, I watched through the mirror as this tall, shaggy man pressed his face against the neck of the girl staring back at me. I was detached. His lips grazed my neck and I shuddered slightly. He knew just what to do. And I hated him for it. I shoved Ronnie off of me, “Stop. Just stop it! I don’t want this! Mom and Dad are in the next room and I don’t want this! Just stop! If this is what I have to allow in return for the fucking mirror, you can take the mirror back!”
Ronnie looked offended, maybe a little hurt, “Ari, I’m trying to help you and you keep pushing me away. Despite what you think, I care about you. Okay?”
“JUST STOP. Get out of my room,” I glared at him, hoping he’d get the hint.
“Fine. As you wish.” I stared off into space while he spoke, and concentrated on his lying capabilities. The man I saw in that mirror was a compulsive liar. No doubt about it. Not once did I turn to look at him again.
And when he left my room, I caught myself in a staredown. I would stare until one of us gave up. The illusion, or the real me. But I couldn’t help but blink. I blinked and tears flowed down my face, remembering how I kissed Ronnie back when I found out about Skye and Nate. How I felt so safe and loved in his arms… Everything. It was all perfect for that one moment. And now I was trying to tell myself I didn’t feel a thing? Maybe I was the Liar in the Glass…
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The King of Assholes is My Step-Brother?!
FanfictionAria is a normal 18 year-old girl. Except for one thing: her step-brother is Ronnie Radke. Her mom got remarried to Ronnie's dad. And oddly, Ronnie is an angel! In public. But when he's all alone with Aria, he's the King of Assholes. He makes her wa...