Not So Average Life

15- Donuts

It was a typical Saturday. Both the parent are out, as always. They ordered pizzas in. My eyes light up when the pizza delivery arrived. As I reached for a pizza, Noah grabbed my hand. "You're not allowed to eat, bitch."

"Why?" I complained.

"You're growing confidence now aren't you." Alex joined and pushes me against the island.

"Owww." I groaned. Great. I wasn't allowed to eat and all my allowances are taken by them so I can't order any food myself.

I sat at the couch and took the remote to watch some shows until Jay snatches the remote too. "You're not allowed to watch." He glared at me. "This is not you're home and it will NEVER BE."

I don't know why, I should've been used to it, but these words still hurt me. That I'll never be part of their family. I'm just someone they hated, living with them.

Just then Blake came down from his room with a girl with a model-like figure, giggling and cuddling all the way. I've only been here a short time, but this was already the sixth or seventh girl he's brought home. I've lost count. He was the typical playboy. Well, who can blame him, he's got it all. The looks, the money, the athleticism and popularity. However, I wonder was he always like this?

"Emma go to the store down the street and get me some donuts." Sean ordered.

"But... I've got a lot of-" I timidly said.

"Or do you want a broken leg?" His eyes daring mine.

I went to the store with some money he gave me. After buying the donuts, as I was walking back home through an alley, I was stopped by a group of teens probably the age of eighteen or nineteen.

"You're Sean's sister aren't you?" A big guy with British accent and a gorgeous face who I assume is the leader said.

I was cornered by these towering giants. I couldn't speak up having my voice stuck in my throat due to the shock.

He pinned me towards the wall. "Speak the hell up. Are you Sean's sister? I've seen you get into his car."

I slowly nodded. "Wh... what do you want?"

"Wh.. wh.. what do I want?" He mimicked in a high pitched voice that does not sound like me at all. "Oh hahahha." He laughed evilly.

I received a hard blow to the left side of my face.

"Tell"

Another to my right.

"Your."

Then he punched me in my stomach.

"Fucking."

I received another.

"Brother."

And another

"To."

I fell to the floor then conveniently, he kicked me.

"Come."

Another kick to my back.

"And."

I closed my eyes waiting for the next blow.

"We'll this is getting boring." He said then he grabbed my collar and lifted me up from the ground easily. "Well, tell your fucking brother to come and look for 'her boyfriend'. He knows who." I got thrown back to the ground. "Consider this a warning." He took my box of donuts and threw it all over the floor.

They all walked off laughing leaving me still curled up on the icy, cold floor, frightened. I peeked to make sure they're all gone only then I slowly stood up. Bruises all over my body and a cut on my face made my every movement hurt and I was barely able to walk. But then, I feared more about what was about to come. The donuts were on the floor, I didn't have any more money to replace the donuts. What was I suppose to tell Sean.

I arrived at home wondering if I should go in. As I did, I saw Sean sitting on the couch. He stood up, snapped his head and turned towards me.

"Where the hell were you-" he paused when he saw me standing there empty handed, covered in bruises.

He slowly walked towards me and reached his hands out towards me. I flinched not knowing what's about to come. He paused, noticing that I flinched. As I slowly opened my eyes, I noticed a hint of disappointment in his eyes. Well, what did he expect considering every time he came near me was to beat me up. He sighed, then gently reached for my messed up hair and tucked them to the side exposing the cut I got on my face.

"What happened?" His tone sounds angry but at the same time concerned.

"Some...." I gulped trying to gather courage to speak up. "Some guy asked me to tell you.... to tell you-"

"Tell me what?" He asked impatiently.

"To... to go look for 'her boyfriend'  yourself."

"He gave you this?" His eyes widened and turned furious as he pointed at my cut.

I looked down and nodded softly.

"That fucking- " He looked up, places both his hands on his hip and let out another deep sigh.

Then he looked back at me with some pity in his eyes.

"I'm- sor-" he gulped. "Just, just go clean up." Then he went out.

Sean's point of view-
About few months ago...
"You fucker!" Kalgan pushed me. "You fucking slept with my girlfriend!"

"Layla?" I asked feeling confused. "She told me-"

I received a punch to my face before I could finish my sentence. I staggered backwards a little.

I scoffed as I wiped off the blood from my split lip. I returned a punch, but harder. We fought to the floor but he was clearly no match for me. Finally he managed to push me off himself.

"Open your fucking eyes Kalgan. Your girlfriend is the one cheating on you." I yelled. "Stop trying. You can't beat me anyways." I scoffed.

He sat on the floor and cocked his head to the side then back. "Yea I can't beat you. But I'll be coming for your family. Someone I can beat up. Someone you care."

"Huh, try my family." I laughed knowing all my other brothers learned combat skills and Kalgan was nothing more than a piece of muscle. I walked off shooting him a middle finger.

Back to present...
I saw Emma finally returning. Feeling furious she took such a long time, I stood up and turned towards her, "where the hell were you?" I shouted, ready to march over and give her a punch. However, when I turned around, I paused. I saw here standing there, trembling in fear. Her hair was all messed up and she had bruises all over her body. I walked towards her. As I reached out my hands, she flinched.

I knew exactly why she did that. But it did hit me, she was that scared of me. I sighed feeling a little embarrassed as I moved her hair to her side. There was a cut on her face.

For a moment I felt bad for her even though I've always beat her up. I knew who did it. It was Kalgan, that fucking shit.

If she was still here, it would've been her.

The thought of that really scares me. I couldn't even imagine what I'd do if he had beat her up.
(You'll understand later)