Ophelia's POV
C: You got to leave.
B: And where would I go?
J: Guys...
C: I don't know for fucks sake! You put us in danger here!
J: Guys...
I followed Jax's eyes and my breath was caught in my throat. There was a sniper.
B: I'm sorry okay? I can't leave now!
J&O: GUYS!
C&B: What??
O: There's a sniper.
C: What?
His face turned pale suddenly when he looked at me. I couldn't understand why.
O: Chase what happened?
Blake's phone rang, an unknown number calling him.
C: Answer it!
B: Who is this?
We signalized to put it on speaker.
Unknown: Well, well, well hello Blake.
B: Who are you?
Unknown: Aww you forgot about me?
B: Roger..?
Unknown: Ding ding ding! You are smart! I just wanted to say...well first of all you can't move. Any of you. Or your brother's little friend will lose her head.
I gulped and looked at Chase. As I locked eye contact with him I thought about how we ended up here. A month ago our only problem was if our parents would find out about our relationship but now I have a sniper aiming my head.
R: Anyway, if you don't give me what you stole, you're dead. I will hunt you down and help me God, if I don't get what I want you're dead along your little friends. You've got a month.
Before Blake could protest, the phone hang up and there was a gunshot outside our house. Blake sat down on the couch his head in his hands. Jax was looking at me with pity in his eyes, while mine filled up with tears, blurring my vision. Chase came quickly to me and hugged me tight while I broke down in his chest. He stroked my hair and his hands were shaking as well.
C: Shh...nothing happened, you're okay.
His breath was uneven and he was still shaking. I could feel that he was getting dizzy and I looked up at him and saw his face losing color again.
O: Chase?
He lost consciousness and he collapsed to the ground
O: Chase? Chase?!
Blake shot up from where he was sitting and rushed to where we were. He slapped his face lightly and he told me ti go get some water to splash on his face but to no result.
O: We gotta take him to the hospital.
B: I don't think its neces-
O: Blake for God's sake you've done enough! Just help me take him ti the damn hospital!
Blake and I carried Chase to one of the cars. I sat jn the backseat with Chase lying on my lap. I was trying to calm myself down as we approached the hospital, I called my mum and she told me that they were on their way home and asked me if we needed anything, I asked for a blanket and our chargers in case we needed to stay overnight. I didn't even think of telling her about what happened, she'd worry too much so I just said that he collapsed because he was too tired.
We got to the hospital and he was still unconscious and I started to worry a lot. The doctors at the ER wouldn't let us in so me and Blake stayed outside. Tears started leaving my eyes again and Blake pulled me in his familiar embrace. I remembered when Chase wasn't around and i would get bullied, Blake would always hug me and make me feel better. The only difference is that he's not 15 anymore, he is more masculine, he's older, his hands are rougher but his touch is still gentle.
B: He's going to be fine don't worry.
O: Yeah but he was anxious because of me. He was scared that I would get hurt, its my fault.
B: Hey look at me.
He tilted my head upwards to make me look into his eyes. My bloodshot eyes met his green ones. Blake and Chase have much in common. They both have silky black hair, tanned skin and magical emerald eyes that you could get lost into. They both have measure anger issues, Chase has them more but still, they both have the same fucked up mental state. You would think they were twins, even their height was the same.
B: If it's anyone's fault it's mine. Not yours, mine, so don't you dare feel bad.
He brought his hand up to cup my face and he wiped a tear that fell from my eye. His hand stayed there for a few more seconds and he stared into my eyes and I could feel butterflies in my stomach and a blush creeping on my cheeks.
O: I- uhh I got to go to the bathroom.
I left rushing to the closest bathroom leaving Blake standing there. As I got in I rushed to the sink and splashed water on my face in hopes that I could shake myself up. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and couldn't recognize myself.
Where the bloody hell did I get myself into?
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My future step brother (updating)
Teen FictionOphelia Mikaelson, a 16 year old living with her mother since her parents divorced when she was 13. Her mom found a new man and he has a son but who is that son?
