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It's been three days since that dinner with the 'family'.

Ew.

I also still don't know who sent me those 'unknown' texts. So guess who I'm texting at the moment?

Bitch you guessed it. The unknown number.

(M-madison. U-unknown)

M- who the fuck are you?!? Just tell me asshole.

U- I wouldn't talk to me like that if I were you.

M- and why the hell not?

U- you don't know what I'm capable of doing sweetie.

M- don't fucking call me that. Your not my grandpa.

U- that's it baby. How would you like your baby brother ryder gone?

I re-read that text over and over again. I'm shaking, how the hell does this person know ryder? Or me? Wtf.

M- you wouldn't do shit.

U- just watch me.

I started freaking out. This person wouldn't actually do that.

Right?

I ran toward Ryder's room and saw him on his bed. His head snapped toward me and he glared at me.

"There's such thing as knocking mads" he said sassily.

"Sorry. I-there was this- I don't know. Sorry. " I said nervously.

I was about to walk out of his room when he spoke.

"Hey mads? Why did you ditch us at dinner when we met Bob or whatever the fuck his name was?" He asked.

Ryder doesn't curse much so I know that this is bothering him.

"His names David" I muttered under my breath.

"Why the fuck does it matter" he snapped.

"I was just saying" I flinched.

"Get the fuck out madison if your not gonna answer my question or be relevant" he said angrily.

"Ryder calm down" I said.

He got up from his bed and got close to me. He's younger than me he wouldn't do anything. Right?

"What the fuck did you just say" he whispered. His eyes pitch black.

"Calm down" I whispered nervously.

Why am I scared of my baby brother?

We're like best friends.

He wouldn't do any-

My thoughts were cut off when Ryder's hand came in contact with my cheek.

Ryder fucking beer just slapped me across the face.

I would never hurt Ryder physically and I thought he wouldn't hurt me either but I was wrong.

I held my cheek with tears welling up in my eyes.

What's gotten into him?

He backed up with guilt and anger in his eyes.

He's so fucking confusing.

"You hit me" I whispered while a tear escaped my eye.

"Mads I-" he started while walking closer.

I took a step back.

"Don't" I said.

He tried taking another step forward but I just took another step backward.

He looked hurt.