Chapter Nine (Seth's POV)
Cleo burst through the door, swung around and locked it, and then ran over to me, embracing me in a hug and kissing me. What the hell did Eric do to her?! Why was she in nothing but her underwear.
"What?" she asked.
"Ummmm...." I responded. She looked down and saw her exposed chest. She ran into the closet and came out a minute later with a black dress on. Her hair was fixed, and her makeup wasn't smeared anymore.
"What happened with Eric?" I asked. Cleo explained the entire story to me; seeing my face instead of Eric's, Eric trying to have sex with her, everything; I wanted to beat the shit out of my brother, but she wouldn't let me.
"I'm sorry, Seth...I know what you must think of me now..." Cleo stuttered.
"Cleo, I think that you are an amazing girl that deserves whoever she wants, and doesn't to be treated like crap; how I treated you. I'm sorry." I said truthfully.
"Thanks, Seth. You're the best. And, you are forgiven for acting like a jerk at the mall." she said.
"Thanks...so what do you want to do about Eric?" I questioned.
Cleo's face went cold, "I'm not sure...he's your brother...but...I don't feel too safe around him like I did that night." I knew that she meant the day that her life went downhill; the day her family died.
"Well, let's worry about that later. Wanna go get some icecream?" I asked her.
"Yeah, sure." Cleo answered, a grin spreading across her gorgeous face.
"Ok, let's go." I told her.
We walked down the stairs and out the door. The icecream parlor wasn't too far away, so we decided on walking. I bumped my hand against Cleo's. She looked down at our hands and then smiled at me. I took her hand and interlocked our fingers. We walked down the street to the little strip mall. I held open the door to Gelato for Cleo. We found a booth in the corner away from the crowd. A young guy came over to take our orders. He had brown hair and his face was covered in pimples. He kept on staring at my Cleo.
"Hey, Honey, what can I get for you?" the young waitor asked Cleo in a flirtascious fashion.
Cleo ignored the flirting, "I'll have a green tea icecream in a cone please." she told him.
"Sure thing, Sweetie," he said to Cleo. He then turned to me, "what about you?" he asked in an obnoxious voice.
"A vanilla cone." I stood up, "And if you ever flirt with my girl again, you're gonna meet my fist." I spat at him.
The boy backed off, "Yes sir; sorry sir." he ran off.
Cleo's POV
The waitor came over to our table and kept on staring at me, "Hey, Honey, what can I get for you?" he asked me flirtasciously.
He wasn't attractive at all, and anyway, I had Seth, so I ignored the flirting, "I'll have a green tea icecream in a cone please." I told him.
"Sure thing, Sweetie," he then turned to Seth, "what about you?" he asked Seth in an arrogant voice.
"A vanilla cone." Seth stood up and faced the young waitor, "And if you ever flirt with my girl again, you're gonna meet my fist." Seth spat at him.
The waitor backed off, "Yes sir; sorry sir." he then ran off.
I started cracking up as Seth sat down, "Violent much?!" I asked sarcastically.
"Just protecting my girl." Seth said, still laughing.
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