anna's pov
i woke up and saw joeys arms around me. i look at him. i still cant believe he shot that man and got away with it. and if i'm not supposed to know if him or about him, then why am i living with him.
i try and move joey's arm but he pulls me closer to him, "just stay," he mumbles.
i turn and look at him, he's still asleep. he's a cute sleeper, not going to lie.
i lay down on my back and wait for him to hopefully wake up soon.
the door swings open, i shoot up but joey drags me back down. i look at him and he is still asleep. what the hell.
the boys start laughing, "he won't let you go," tayler says.
"yeah, good luck with that," sam says.
bryce just stands there and laughs.
i glare at them all, "can you just wake him up?"
"you never want to wake joey up when he's asleep," tayler says.
"why not?" i ask.
"he gets pissed," bryce says.
"it can't be that bad," i say and start shaking joey.
"anna you better stop," tayler says.
i stop and look at tayler, "why?"
"just don't," he says.
"i want to get out of bed," i say and kick my one good leg.
"i have to look at your leg when he gets up," tayler says.
i roll my eyes, "can you guys please wake him up," i say.
"no." bryce says and they all leave.
i groan and joey starts to stretch. i look at him and he opens his eyes. he takes his arm away from around me and looks at me, "good morning," he says.
"yeah. good morning," i say and get out of his bed and start to leave his room.
"where are you going?" he asks.
"why do you care?" i say with attitude and leave his room, slamming his door behind me.
i go to tayler, "can you look at my leg now, so then i can shower?"
"you can shower with me baby," bryce says.
sam smacks him, "the hell is your deal bryce, chill."
i laugh and look back to tayler, "can you please?"
he nods, "yeah, follow me," he says and gets up from the couch.
i follow him to his room. it's different shades of grey and his sheets are red.
"sit there, i'll be back," he says and points to his bed.
i sit on his bed and wait for him to come back. 5 minutes later he comes in with some things.
"okay i'm just going to make sure there's no infection," he says.
i nod and he takes off the bandage. the cut looks gross. he dumps peroxide on my leg and it stings and i clench my teeth down.
"it'll help with the infection i promise," he says while laughing.
"it better," i say.
he laughs, "okay well i cant put anything on it until you shower, so just use my shower and i'll get you some of my clothes to wear," he says.
i nod, "okay," i say and he shows me to the bathroom connected to his room. he hands me two towels and starts the shower for me.
"just like call for me when you're done," he says and i nod and close the door as he leaves.
i get in the shower and realize there's no girl things in here, "tayler!" i yell.
no response, "tayler!!!" i scream and he runs in.
"what?" he asks.
"i need my conditioner," i say.
he nods and runs to my room and then comes back with it, "here," he says and hands it to me.
i take it and he leaves.
i wash myself with taylers soaps since i forgot to ask for mine and i was my hair.
i get out of the shower and see the clothes tayler has set out for me.
i put them on and walk out of the bathroom, "i'm ready," i say and he looks at me.
he pats to the spot on his bed and i sit down.
he covers my leg up and smiles at me, "your leg should start to feel better soon now," he says.
"okay good," i say and smile back to him.
"yeah, i'm sorry you have to deal with that," he says.
"it's fine, it's not your fault. i wish there was a way i could repay you," i say.
he looks at me, "nah you're good, just having your company is enough of a thanks to me."
i smile, "you're so sweet, thank you tayler," i say.
"no problem kid," he says and gets up.
"i'll give you your clothes back, just let me go change real fast."
"no it's no big deal, keep them," he says and i smile, "oh gee, thanks."
"no problem," he says and i walk out of his room.
i round the corner and see joey. he stops and looks at me, disgust fills his face.
"the hell is your problem?" i ask.
"the hell are you wearing? and why do you smell like tayler?" he asks me, getting all up in my face.
"chill out, i just showered and he helped me with my leg and he told me i could have these clothes," i say.
"no, not allowed," he says.
"the hell do you mean, not allowed?" i ask him.
"you are not to talk to anyone in this house, other than me," he says.
"what the hell?" i say, "since when are you the boss?"
"since the day your father put me in charge," he says.
"well my dad is dead. so that rule no longer applies."
"like hell it doesn't," he says.
"you just like the feeling of being able to have control over someone, and let me tell you, i will NOT be controlled by you, or anyone," i say to him and his face turns red.
"go to your room," he says.
"wha- no, i'm not 5," i say.
"go to your room annamaria," he yells.
i look at him, who does he think he is?
"i said no," i say and walk past him.
he grabs my arm and pulls me back into a wall, "and i said, go to your room," he says and looks me in the eyes.
i take his hand off my arm, "i said no are you deaf? i said no and that means no." i say and walk back to taylers room and close his door and lock it.
i don't care that he's not in his own room. i'm staying here until joey is gone.
