The Bad Boy.. Loves Me? [𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃]

chapter 8: "did something happen?"

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Asda drop me off at the end of the drive, and i treck up to the door. it's then that i realise i left my bag at the party

"im such an idiot," i say with a groan. sighing, i search for open windows. to my luck, one is open. i jump up to reach it. finally, with a lot of heving i pull myself up, and akwardly shimy my way through. it's going well until my hand slipsand i find myself falling through the window

i crash onto a desk and roll onto the floor, landing akwardly onto my hand. papers fly everywhere and things break. shit eggrools i probbly woke someone up with all this noise

"ow", i say, getting up. there's a cough and isuddenly realise someone is in the room

i look up to see my stepbrother staring at me with raised eyebrow from his bed. he's holding his phone and his chocolate brown locks are tousled. his chisel jaw shine

i scramble from the ground and dust off my clothes. "um hi."

Brok cocks his head to one side. "was there a particular reason you felt like coming in through my window?"

i rub my hand, which aches "i left my bag at the party"

he nods slowly "and you didnt consider... knocking?"

my face starts to burn "i guess i wasn't thinking strait"

he frowns at me "did something happen?"

i think of how i saw satanmaking out pashonately with heather. i think of badam pinning me to the wall, his breth hot on my face. i think of satan slaming him into the wall, leaving a trail of blood on te walpaper. i think of how i ran out of the house crying and beging asda to drive me home

I squint slightly. "nope, pretty unventful. you didnt miss much"

"well, he says. i guess you'd better get to bed, ye?

i rub my hand again. "ye"

he sighs. "is you're hand ok?"

i quickly hide it behind my back.

come on, he says, "i'll find yousome ice"

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In the kitchen, it's dark. Brok grabs an ice back and comes over to me.

he hold my wrist gently, then presses the side. "does it hurt when i do this?"

i shake my head, face warm. "you dont need to do this brok"

"its fine." he presses a diffrent spot. i let out a hiss of pain. 

he eye it crtically "it's probaby just sprained. ice will keep the swelling down for now"

"what are you a doctor orsomething? i ask

he smiles "i'm on the football team, so i'm used to seeing a lot of injuries."

"oh" i say

"you should come watch us play sometime" says brok, eyes insensely on mine as he aplies the ice pack

i smile bac "ok, i will

he check his phone and let out a groan. "2am and i have practice tomorrow. it's going to be torture."

i wince "sorry"

Brok shaks his head. "it's not your fault, i coudn't sleep anyway"

"isnsomnia" i guess and he nod begrugingly

"sometimes i cant sleep either" i say shyly "so if your ever awake you can come talk to me"

Brok nods then gets a glass of water and i think about the party

"Brok, can i ask a question?"

"Of course"

"it's just," i hesitate "why do you hate satan so much?"

his back stiffens. "why do you ask"

"i-" I sigh. "i guess I wasnt entireley truthful about the party"

He turns to me, a dark look on his face "what do you mean? did satan do something

i swallow, sensing ive made him angry. "um, he beat badam up pretty bad"

He swears "that bastad"

"brok wait" i cry out timidly "he did it to protect me!"

"protect you from what?"

i look away.

"grammarly, protect you from what

i get up from my chair quickly. "forget i said anything ill go to bed it's late" i start walking out the kitchen but brok stops me

"grammarly" he growls. 

"brok" i growl back

his eyes darken "im not kidding around, if badam did somethinyou have to tell me"

i sigh. "he tried to force himself on me i guess"

brok lets out a violent string of curse words i tune out it's so long

"-im going to finishing him with violence" says brok darkly

"brok," i sigh "Satan already beat him up," then i add softly  "and you cant fix everything with violence".

the tension leaves his body. "i guess your right"

there's a moment of silence. 

In the end i say "i'm going to bed"

"Grammarly?"

i pause in the doorway. yes?

i turn to see brok's muscular silouete in the moonlight streming through the kitchen window. its too dark to see his expression

"he didnt kiss you did he?"

"no"

"good"

i turn back to the door. "goodnight brok," i say soft

"goodnight grammarly"

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author's note

wow

anyway things are going to get intense soon!!! and the stemy chapter's coming soon so get redy (countdown 4 chapters!!)

next chapter tomorrow probably

rosalina xxx