Extraordinary

"Liar."

Chapter 17
-1 Week Later-

It's been as if no one else in the world exists but Donovan and I. Oh gosh, that's so fucking cliché I can barely stand it.

Seriously though, he's so manipulating it's actually dangerous. Just a few weeks ago he would glare me down as if I gave him some type of deathly disease, but now he's treating me like he cares about me -- almost in a sisterly way and I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

I know incest is wrong, but the idea of him seeing me in a sisterly way is annoying me. He knows how I feel about him, yet he gives me pats on the back, kisses on the forehead, kisses on the cheeks and hugs. Nothing like a guy who has an attraction type of thing for a girl would do.

Maybe he's realized that life isn't rainbows and unicorns and he can't have a thing with me because it'd hurt him severely if anyone ever found out. I'm still not sure if I'm okay with that.

I sit with crossed legs on the couch in the living room and channel surf. Say Yes to the Dress comes on and I lose my cool after about five minutes into the show.

"Seriously? That dress is horrendous! It's not even fit for her shape! God I need a job there!" I exasperate and slump into the cushions more. I continue to rant and rave about the show with so much anger, that I contemplate turning it off.

My head shakes frustratingly and I kneel on my knees; so annoyed I can't stay in one position, then I open my mouth and a line of profanities fall out. I'm so into the show that I ignore Donovan entering the room -- until he walks over to the flat screen TV mounted onto the wall and cuts it off.

"What the hell!? Turn that back on!" I screech with bewilderment, but he just walks away. I scowl and grab the remote and turn it back on, but he comes right back and shuts it off.

"Donovan!" I snap.

"Zaria." He says and I squint my eyes at him with annoyance. I grab the remote and aim it at the TV, then shriek as he lurches at me and grabs the remote, "Give me the damn remote, Zaria. I'm not gonna listen to you rave over a fucking bridal show all day!" He growls; knocking me onto my back. I hold the remote tightly in between my hands and thrash underneath him as he struggles to get a good enough grip to take it.

"This is my remote right now! Go to your fucking room if you don't want to hear me, you dick!" I shout and his eyes seem to glow on fire.

"I was in my fucking room -- with my door shut, you bitch!" He snaps and I pause. Did he really just call me a fucking bitch? Oh hell to the no.

"Bitch!? Oh you haven't seen bitch yet, asshole! This is a bitch." I say, then swiftly bring my leg up and knee him in the balls.

Well, it felt like his ass, but hey -- maybe I miraculously hit his gooch. That'd be even better.

His face contorts into a pure look of pain and torture, before he glares menacingly at me. So much for our good relationship these few weeks. I think it just disintegrated.

I swallow thickly and widen my eyes as he reaches down and snatches the remote away from me harder than I've ever had anything snatched from me. My arms sting a little from him yanking the remote away so fiercely and I let them fall back to my sides. I'm still on my back with Donovan's knees on either side of my legs and I watch him angrily sit up and chuck the remote -- at the wall.

It pops to the floor and I gasp wildly, "Donovan what the hell, dumb ass!? Your dad is gonna freak!" I snap, but my worry for the most likely broken remote flies out the window as he grabs my arms and runs up them fervently. Like he has a purpose. He's leaving a hot trail along my skin. He runs up my shoulders, to my neck, up my neck and then to my face; holding it tightly between his hands.