Extraordinary

"Who Does He Think He is?"

Chapter 5

        Sleeping with a broken hand is so much fun, especially when you wake up in the middle of the night after the pain medication has worn off, but you can't do a damn thing about it because all of the pharmacy's aren't open until the next day at nine in the morning. 

        I throw my good hand onto my face and wipe off the tears sliding down my cheeks. I'm pissed, beyond pissed, actually. I've never broken a single bone in my body up until yesterday and it isn't fun at all. I would have liked to remain broken boneless. I look up at my mother with a guilty expression on my face as she looks panicked, "Steven I can't bear to see her like this, she's in so much pain. Oh, we should have asked the doctor if over the counter pain medicine is okay." She says to Steven as he's out in the hall. I glance over at my neon orange alarm clock on my dresser to see it's 3:45 in the morning. 

        Damn, I feel bad. 

        "Mom, it's okay. I'm going to try to ignore it and sleep it off. It's just an excruciating throbbing pain. It's alright, I can do this." I sniffle a few times and she looks not convinced at all, but she seems like she's going to believe me. I'm never this emotional over anything, so it's a big deal for her to see me like this. I blow out a calming breath and then freeze as a deep demonic voice grumbles from the hall. 

        "Dad, what the hell is going on?" 

        Ugh, who awoke the devil's son? Oh wait... we did. Damn me and my injury. 

        "Go on back to bed, it's nothing that's concerning to you. Zaria's just awaken from her meds wearing off." Steven tells Donovan anyways. I can hear no response from Donovan and then Steven appears with nothing, "I'm so sorry, Zaria, I don't have anything. I was trying to find this--" He gets cut off as a voice clears its throat. 

        We all look to the door of my room to see Donovan standing there with a small bottle in his hand and shirtless. Oh heavenly father, mother of mercy, why, why must he be my stepbrother, an asshole and illegally attractive? I look away to avoid meeting his eyes and just listen to what he says.

        "I found these from when I broke my foot last summer... it says they're still good and these may be the same as the ones they prescribed to her." He offers and I silently pray for the sake of my throbbing broken bones, that they are. After a few silent seconds of Steven reading the bottle, he lets out a deep relieving breath.
                
        "They are; thank God. Thanks Donovan." I hear rattling of the pills in the bottle, then a door close and I know Donovan has retreated. I'm given the pills and a small cup of water, then I slowly start to feel the pain subside and then I don't feel it at all. My eyes finally close and I get to enjoy the rest of my sleep along with everyone else in this house that I accidentally interrupted. 

        Except for Donovan's sleep -- I could care less about his. 

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-Next Morning-

        "I have to wear this in the shower? But why?" I ask my mom as she wraps my casted hand in two grocery bags, then throws a face towel over it. I gaze at it with annoyance and watch her purse her lips at me. 

        "Sorry Zara, but it's mandatory. You can't get your cast wet. Now, just make the shower quick and I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything -- just holler." She reassures and I nod, then wait for her to leave. I start to undress myself from my clothes I slept in yesterday and then I grab my robe, slip it on and walk out into the hall. I look across to see Donovan's room door is shut, so I rush across the hall into the bathroom next to his room, and start the shower. It also has a huge bathtub which is really nice, cause my old shower was just a shower and I had no bathtub. 

        "Shit." I curse as I realize I forgot my things as I just moved in here and haven't set up my bathroom necessities in here yet. I escape back to my room and fumble through some stray boxes, finding the one labeled 'bathroom' and then I pick up my sponge, shampoo, body wash and a fresh face towel, balancing it all in one arm. I dash back to the bathroom and close the door, then I drop my robe and step inside with my towel covered hand hanging outside of the shower. 

        Mom said I couldn't get it wet, so I guess this is how it has to be done. I wash vigorously with my right hand and with some difficulties, I get my body wash open with my mouth, hold the bottle between my thighs and squeeze some out into my hands. Okay, I should've asked my mom to help me shower. I rub my head with my now soapy hand and decide that I'm going to wash with my body wash and use it as shampoo too cause that was way too complicated to get it out. 

        My hair soon gets soapy and I literally only get to scratch at my scalp about seven times before a hand grips my towel covered casted one hanging outside the shower and yanks on it. I yelp as I tumble out of the shower sideways and smack into something soft, hard and rigid. It doesn't hurt, but I groan anyways. My eyes can't open right away as the body wash from my hair starts to drip down my face, but the voice of Donovan makes me open them anyways. 

        "Shit, Zaria I--" He starts to explain himself, but I shriek and look away as he's completely naked. His hand lets my casted one go and I start to shriek louder as my eyes are burning. His hands touch my arm, but I recoil and feel the need to cry as I'm butt ass naked, wet, soapy and blind. He sounds frantic, "Zaria, let me just guide you back to the shower. I thought your hand was a towel on a rack or some shit. I haven't been here in forever, so I thought--" 

        "Shut up, shut up, shut up! Fuck, I can't see and my eyes burn!" I whine and then blindly feel around. I feel the shower curtain and desperately try to escape into the shower, but then trip over the little border set up on the edge of it so water doesn't soak the floor. I fall forward, but hands catch me, "Stop touching me! I'm so naked right now--" 

        "That makes the two of us. I'm sure you saw something you weren't suppose to see. Just here, step over." He says softly and guides me slowly. I shakily raise my foot and feel the water, then he lets me go and I disappear -- hopefully, behind the shower curtain. After a few seconds, I hear a door close and I lean my head in my good hand and furiously rub the hot non-soapy water into my eyes. I slowly open them, though they still sting, and look around. 

        Great, second day in this house with him and he's managed to break my hand and see me completely naked. Wonderful.

        My face is hot as hell as I think about him and what I briefly saw. His chiseled abs and his deep profound V line. It's was ridiculous and someone should have his ass arrested for it.

        After calming myself down and rinsing off all trace of soap, I turn off the water and step out slowly and cautiously. There is still water everywhere from me being pulled out of the shower, but I ignore it and just grab my robe from the ground and slip it on, then I gasp as a door in the bathroom swings open, startling me as I thought it was a closet door. Donovan strides in now with a towel around his waist and he looks ready to explain why he pulled me from the shower.

        "Zaria, listen, I thought you were still in your room. I checked in here and the shower was just running. While I was getting undressed, I didn't hear you come back in, then you weren't making any sound and I saw your hand, and um..." He trails off and then takes a deep breath, "Just, my bad." He mutters and I relax my fingers as I'm clutching my robe closed way too tightly.

        I try to walk out, but my body isn't letting me. Suddenly, I ask him the stupidest question ever, "How much did you see?" I blurt and he narrows his eyes. 

        "How much did you see?" He retorts and I choke on my words. 

        "Nothing much! Just you know, your abs and your V line... then I closed my eyes again!" I rush to explain myself and I expect him to be relieved or have a look of a relieved person on his face, but he's doing the opposite. He looks pleased and devious. I shut my mouth and watch as he cocks an eyebrow. 

        "Sounds like you saw way too much, little sister." He teases. Little sister? He just acknowledged me as his little sister? Our parents aren't even married yet and he said we'd never be related, so what is he doing? 
        
        I swallow thickly, "Well, you still didn't answer my question... what did you see?" I ask, but in all honesty I don't even know why. I'm afraid to know his answer. 

        He smirks before looking down and dragging his eyes up, "Everything." 

        God, this is not happening. Why? Please tell me I'm fucked up from my meds right now. 

        "That's disgusting... I'm a minor to you. Y-You could go to jail! I-I could tell your dad and then you'd have to move back in with your mom!" I exclaim, but he doesn't look worried. In fact, he looks quite amused. 

        "That's true, but you wouldn't want to be a tattletale, would you?" He tilts his head to the side and I go to answer, but he cuts me off, "Didn't think so. So, I'll agree not to come into the bathroom when I even hear anything going on, if you agree to keep our little mishap a secret." He says and I nod numbly, not having words processing in my vocabulary right now. He looks so out done with himself and it makes me scowl. 

        His exotic electric neon blue eyes light up, "Oh and sorry about breaking your hand. I really didn't mean to go that far... brat." He's back to his annoying ass ways and I roll my eyes, then leave out of the bathroom. Okay, so now I know for future dodging of embarrassment that Donovan's room is connected to the bathroom and he can walk in whenever he pleases. 

        This is just great, I'm learning and experiencing so many fucking fantastic things today.