Breaking the Boys

Chapter 3 - Part 1

A/N Unedited

I hate him. I was currently snuggled on the sofa, pizza in one hand and another pizza in the other. And although my eyes were fixed onto the latest episode of American horror story, I couldn’t get into it. The scene from earlier was replaying in my head countless times, and so was the TV since I kept rewinding it back to remind myself what happened. I was helpless. Sighing dramatically I plodded over to the kitchen to get a drink my mind still fixated on today’s events

‘ Because I can , Because I can  , Because I can  ,Because I ’

“Can ” I muttered out loud. I was a mess, to the outer world I seemed dramatic but to me this was more than just a game I couldn’t play, it was power and he had it all.  I ran my hand through my hair “ urgh”

“Ariel” My older brother ran into the room and scooped me into a bear hug and for a few seconds my mind was elsewhere.

“ Scott put me down” I playfully punched him in the arm , chuckling he put me down only to step back in shock immediately.

“ What happened to you , you look like you went hiking and saw a bear or something”

“ hah hah Scott “ I replied sarcastically , he was supposed to cheer me up , not bring me further down. He flashed me a quick grin , his blonde hair covering his eyes.

“ No seriously Air , what’s up?” he jumped up onto the kitchen table , whilst maintaining his gaze on me.

“ I don’t want to talk about it” I murmured under my breath , he looked at me for a few more seconds than nodded in understanding , I let out a shaky breath of relief- I was too angry too put into words.

“ Okay” He jumped of the side “ I’m going to meet Bre and I think I’m staying at hers overnight , so feel free to invite your friends round” I smiled warmly in response , we understood each other differently to most siblings we never argued , and we always understood privacy. That however didn’t stop me from poking into his love life – he was my brother of course.

“Have fun , I’m probably going to go to the gym anyways” I replied – a few seconds later he left. I took a quick glance in the mirror and gasped in horror, my eyebrows were smudged and my eyeliner... Well wasn’t on my eyes.

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5 minutes later I was by the door, red boxing gloves in hand and makeup reapplied. This should help , every time I’m  angry or upset I will go to the gym – It helps keep me fit and gets rid of my inner emotion . Kills two birds with one stone, I walked to the car it was already getting dark and I didn’t want to linger round even though we were in a relatively safe area I didn’t want to be out in the dark.

“ You really shouldn’t be out here in the dark” I squealed at the sudden confrontation. Spinning round I turn to face my approached, instead to be faced with a bruised and beaten up Noah. I gasped , it took a moment for my brain to process what was standing in front of me. Noah casual smirk was replaced with a tight smile , his lip was dripping blood and he had a black eye.

“ What happened to you?” I squeaked, still in shock.

He proceeded to ignore my question and instead turned to face my house and pointed “Is that your house?” He asked in a monotone voice, I managed to nod , he tried to smirk and began walking to it. A few seconds later I was running after him.

“Where do you think your going?” I asked in a bitchy voice, no matter how beaten up he was I was still angry and it took all of me not to give him another black eye.

“Your house” he replied with a ‘duh’ tone I rolled my eyes at his response.

“ And what makes you think you can just go in” I asked voice firm and arms crossed, my boxing gloves draped over my shoulder , trying to appear menacing.

“ Because I’m injured” Rolling his eyes he motioned for me to open the door. I stood firmly in my position ,  not budging he sighed angrily – I was getting to him.

“ Noah , if I let in every injured person that came to my door , my house would be a fricking hospital” I shot out , and once I realised what I said and quickly shut my mouth , silently cursing under my breath when he gave me an odd look.

An awarded silence loomed over us as he started at me intently before reaching out to grab the keys out of my hands “ Please Ariel” he asked sincerely his voice grave and pain evident in the syllables he pronounced.

“ Okay whatever”  I muttered , he gave me an award winning smile “ Never again though Noah” He nodded in reply and I unlocked my frosty white coloured door.

When we entered he looked around at his new surroundings , the tall white walls , the warm fire place in the lounge opposite the entry hall , the  glimpse of the black and white kitchen to the left and white cream carpet that filled every inch on the lounge and poured on up the staircase and onto the first floor. Dotted round the rooms were pictures of me and Scott , me and mum , scott and mum. “ Nice he” Mumbled.

I gestured for him to come in the lounge “ Sit here” I pointed to the black canvas sofa , he obeyed wincing silently as he sat down. I sat down next to him , I looked him over only now noticing more of the wounds , up his arm and down his torso. “ What happened?” I asked softly still focusing on the parts of his white shirt , that were now stained with blood. “ Are you okay?” I asked.

“ No” He whispered so quietly i could barley hear , but i caught it and thats all the advantage i needed.

A/N  I decided to post this half now because my internet is being weird , i know it's short but this is only the first half - second half should be up by tonight , latest tommorow. For next part of chapter , 2 Votes.

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