Anything for the Bad Boy's Brother (BWWM)

What One Decides

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Owen Baster had done it again. The handsome, charismatic, intelligent, stud, all according to him of course, had just thrown another kick ass party. He wasn't the king of Riverfalls high for nothing. All his royal subjects and peasants had shown up for his big shin dig, there had been booze, hot girls, a pool, and music, everything a good party needed. He almost couldn't wait until Monday, he was sure he would be the talk of the school.

Owen moved through his parents house. It was trashed. He wondered how much he would have to pay for a couple of freshman to swing by and clean up. With his reputation, they would likely do it for free. There wasn't any real rush, his parents wouldn't return from their trip in Europe for another week. As he stepped over spilled cups and mystery stains, he made sure there weren't any stragglers hanging around his house. Having sex in the pantry or something.

He yawned as he moved up the stairs. His parents bedroom door was still locked, the guest room and Stefan's bedroom door were wide open, no teens getting busy in there. Only place left was his bedroom and he knew no one would be stupid enough to trespass on his domain.

He pulled his black shirt over his head, ready for bed as she moved to his room. It had been a long day and he was satisfied and feeling high on the hog. Pushing open his door his brows instantly furrowed, blue eyes narrowed. Seeing the body on in his bed, upper body in view and clearly naked, he was about to rage, that is until he heard the whimper.

His eyes quickly went to the corner of his room, closest to his bed was Ally Colleens, his uptight, and without a doubt annoying classmate, and his little brother's girlfriend. She was curled in on herself, her brown skin bare. Her arms and legs were covered in bruises in the design of finger prints, her lip was split, and her thick hair tousled. His eyes moved briefly across his floor, taking in the torn pink and black clothing that must have been her clothing at one point.

She hadn't noticed him, which was surprising considering he was standing in his now open doorway. Her whole body was shaking and her wide brown eyes were fully focused on who was on the bed. His eyes returned there.

His eyes widened in shock. No longer blinded by annoyance that someone was in his bed, he could finally recognize the light brown hair and broad shoulders that belonged to his one and only little brother.

Owen's blood ran cold, he did not have a good feeling about what he was seeing. His eyes flew back to Ally.

"Ally," her name tumbled out of his lips before he could stop it. She flinched almost violently, wide eyes quickly moving and locking on him. Tears filled her eyes and her shaking grew worse, her bruised arms wrapped tighter around herself.

"He didn't mean too," was the first words out of her mouth. He could only stare at the cut on the bottom of one of her full lips as he tried to understand exactly what she was saying.

Owen frowned so hard it almost hurt. His gaze moved around the room again, taking in the scene again, trying to come up with another conclusion then the one he had already come to. It just couldn't be. Not his little brother. His little brother who was everything he was not. His kind, sweet, compassionate little brother. He had to be understanding something wrong.

But his eyes took in Ally's naked body, her bruises, and he knew he wasn't mistaken.

"He was drunk," she whispered softly, looking down.

They had that stupid chastity crap, promise thing. His brother wasn't a virgin by any means, but Ally was, her friends teased her about it enough for him to know for sure. She wasn't ready his brother had said he would wait for her. Owen had wished mercy on him, Baster men had very big sexual appetites. His brother and his brother's ex use to do it all of the damn time, he had the misfortune of sleeping in the next room, he knew his brother wouldn't be able to take it, but he had thought he would just cheat on her or something. Not this.