Oh Brother

Dont cry over spilt milk

Monday

Open the door.
Don't.
Go downstairs.
Don't.

I stand in my room holding onto my door handle. I had been debating with myself for the past 5 minutes whether to face Ethan or not. I knew I had to eventually, So I did.

I walk out of my room and down the stairs. As I reach the bottom I see my brothers in the kitchen. I sheepishly walk over to the pantry. Trying to attract no attention to myself.

Grayson walks to the kitchen table with his food as Ethan makes himself breakfast.

I grab some random cereal from the shelf as I open the fridge. No milk. As I swing the fridge door shut Ethan is revealed, standing right in front of me. I jump backwards, startled. I slowly look up from his shoes to his face.
My eyes meet with a green bruise forming around his eye... right where I had hit him.

I have to say I was shocked that I had managed to do that but never the less He truly was going to kill me.

It would make no difference to whether he decided to kick my ass or not but I decided to apologise. Or in other words beg, so maybe, just maybe, he would forgot about it or at least go easy on me.

"Eth-Ethan I'm sorr-." I manage to choke out half of My apology before He cuts me off.

He steps closer, towering over me.

"Jesus Billy, you look like you've seen a ghost." He mocks with a sickening grin on his face.

"Don't hurt me Ethan, please I'm sorry" I beg.

Grayson watches on amused from the kitchen table.

Ethan smirks.

"Oh I'm not gonna hurt you. Not now anyway," he grins as he steps closer while lowering his voice. "Moms still home. I can't afford you running off and snitching on me. So I'll wait untill we're all alone and then you'll pay for what you did ." He whispers making me shake in fear.

I've said if before and I'll say it again. I was dead. Ethan was not letting this slide and he would wait untill there was no one around to save me from my torture.

I gulp as I step backwards before hitting a wall.

"Oh were you looking for the milk?" Ethan says acting innocent. He motions the milk towards me as I flinch, closing my eyes

I wasn't stupid. I knew what he was planned on doing. Acting innocent and then I fall into his trap by grabbing the milk and then he pours it on me.

I slowly open my eyes to see Ethan frowning.

"Such a wuss." He scoffs.

I step forward as I reach my hand out to grab the milk. He shoves me to the ground as I land with a thud

"Cmon! come get it." He sneers, looking down at me.

"Ethan please I don't wanna play this game." I whine.

Before I know it he has me off the ground and in a head lock. A tight headlock. I can practically feel his smirk.

"Ethan! I'm sorry! I won't hit you again! I'm sorry!" I choke out, grasping at his arm.

In return he chuckles as he tightens his grip.

"Oh you're not sorry yet, but you will be. I can guarantee that." He sneers as I start to tense up.

"Dude let go of her." Grayson mumbles not looking up from his phone.

Ethan shoves me as he knocks over the milk bottle. The milk pours all over the white grey kitchen tiles.

"Oops" He smirks, holding his hands up.

"Clean it up bailey." Grayson says still not looking.

" I didn't even do this!" I yell.

"I don't care, clean.it.up."Grayson shoots back.
"And be ready to leave in 10." He mumbles as he gets up from the table walking upstairs. Leaving Ethan and I alone in the kitchen.

"Yeah Billy just clean it up." Ethan mocks to add to my frustration. I stare down at the floor.

Of course I'd be the one who had to clean it.

"Don't cry over spilt milk baby" Ethan sneers as he shoves into me walking out of the kitchen.

Hey guys! I'm so so sorry for not updating in a while!

In regards to my last update : I will not be ending the book soon so don't worry! There's still a fair few chapters left!

Q: who's your favourite brother out of Ethan and Grayson? Why?

Thank you for all the support!

-author