The Mitchell Boys

Chapter 38

POV Brian

I crept up the stairs quietly, not wanting anyone to know I wasn't in my room.  My thoughts were everywhere except where I wanted them to be. I dragged my hand through my hair for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight.

While walking through the dark hallway a light illuminated it. The light was coming from the bathroom, someone must have left the light on again. I growled and went to turn it off.

But then I heard a feminine giggle coming from the bathroom. A frown took over my face, not because I was unhappy, but because I was confused. Adding to that state was boasterious male laughter coming out. My eyebrows furrowed because that sounded like Ash, and Ash doesn't laugh.

I walked to the bathroom and looked in, trying not to be noticed. Chris was sitting on the counter and Ash was in front of her, holding her hands. There were a shit ton of bloody bandages in the sink and an open first aid kit.

My frown deepened as I watched them talk, not really processing what was spoken. "Shut up and focus because this is going to hurt." Ash told her while grabbing cloth with rubbing alcohol on it.

I focused on her hands to see cuts all over them. Why would she have cuts on her hands? Is it from that job I heard them talking about. I quickly pulled my head out of the doorway and leaned against the wall.

"Now I'm going to disinfect your cuts, so be ready." Ash told her. I wasn't sure if she said anything before I heard a profanity spew from the bathroom. "Fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, bitch, cunt, motherfucker!" I snorted not expecting that to come out of her.

But I nod in sympathy, knowing that feeling full well. I looked down at my fists and focused back into the bathroom. Why was Ash helping her? I know he doesn't like girls being hurt but this isn't like him. And why am I just listening in like a fucking stalker?

I was going to walk away when I heard Ash ask her, "How the hell did you cut yourself this bad? And don't give me some paper cut shit." I held in a snort of disbelief, based on what i saw those weren't close to a paper cut.

I heard her sigh then answer, "I was picking up the glass from a broken door." She told him, sounding exhausted. I knew it, it must have been from her new job, a cafe I think.

Now i did start to walk away, going to my room and analyzing everything that happened tonight. I walked into my pitch black room and flipped on my lights. The room lit up showing a black, white, and grey room. Trophies on a black shelf in the corner.

Two desks with computers and paperwork spread across. Clothes lying around the room in random spots. A white dresser with junk on top and my king sized bed with black and grey sheets. I kicked my bag across the room in irritation i puffed out a breath of air.

My flat screen T.V was on and hanging from the wall opposite of my bed. My PS4 underneath it and games and controllers lying underneath. I turned it off and paced my floor, thinking.

Her conversation with dad and Alyssa stuck in my head. Her saying how she doesn't want the money, how she is forced to be here. All the things spoken down there were bouncing around in my head. Why did she have to take a breathalyzer test? Why does she have to tell them when she's back so late.

Why didn't she take the opportunity to just take the money? Why hasn't she tried ANYTHING?! I don't understand! Every other girl I've met would have jumped at the opportunity like that in a heartbeat. Why doesn't she want anything?

It must be an act, she must be lying. I laughed out loud in hysteria. I can't let another woman in this house and wreck everything. I have to protect my family, my brothers from being used and broken again.