Just friends

You know him?

When I get home, my heart drops. Blake was standing outside the door with his arms crossed and a not so approachable face. Just like a parent.

I give a weak smile and walk towards him hesitantly. "Heeey Bubby!"

His eyes were cold which made me look away from him.

"Why the hell were you on a FUCKING MOTOCYCLE?!" Said just like a parent..even though my actual mother didn't mind this morning.

Oh no. He's yelling and mom is at work till 5. Guess I'll have to handle this one on my own.

"Because my friend rides a motorcycle." I came back confident and sassy. Which probably wasn't a good idea when it came to my brother.

"I'm guessing that was your boyfriend then?"

I roll my eyes and walk past him," No, oh my lord. How many times do I have to tell you, we are just friends Blake. Are you that big headed that you won't let yourself even hear the word "friend"?"

"Hold up. Turn around and look at me."

While I do as I'm told. His eyes were on my neck.

Shit. While the jacket did an okay job hiding my neck, it didn't do a perfect job.

I run upstairs to my room with Blake on my tail. Luckily I'm able to lock the door before its too late.

"OPEN THIS GOD DAMN DOOR EMILY OR LORD HELP ME IM TAKING IT DOWN!!"

Why is he so scary?? He's my brother for crying out loud. Not my father.

"Blake stop, it's not what you think! Besides I don't see the big deal. You're not dad and you don't need to protect me."

After I said that the banging on the door stopped and I heard nothing from the other side. I don't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

I let out a sigh of relief, but unfortunately I was wrong to. I heard the Screws on my door being removed and I didn't know what to do.

I had no windows in my room and no place to hide, so I prepared myself for battle.

I grabbed 2 pillows. One for a shield and one for a weapon. Seconds after those were in my hand the door pancakes the floor with a ugly hulk busting in.

I try to hit him with my pillow weapon, but he snatches it from my hand.

"B-Blake stop thi-"

Slap.

I fall to the ground hard.

Did Blake, my brother whome I love-... Loved and cared for , just slap me?

I hold my cheek and look at him and he still looked pissed, even after slapping his baby sister.

"You just slapped me.." I whispered.

I felt tears starting to build up in my eyes and Blake became fuzzy.

I saw his expression weaken into one as if he was sorry.

I stand up and he tries go grab for my shoulder," I-I'm sorry Em-"
Slap.

I slapped his hand away as if he was unsanitary, "DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME."

I push past him and run out the front door.

I run as fast as I can and I knew Blake wouldn't be able to keep up.

I reach Jake's house and knock on the door. I didn't have my phone so I couldn't text him or call.Luckily Jake opens the door. Him being shirtless cheered me up a little.

"Emily? What's wrong? Why are your eyes red and why are you holding your cheek?"I look at his eyes and all the questions being asked made my eyes water again.

I run into Jake's arms and let out my tears hugging him.I needed a hug right now. What just happened was so overwhelming. Blake never showed any anger issues in the past nor would he ever hit someone. Especially me.

I stayed like this for awhile, but Jake pulls me away.

"Come upstairs with me."He puts his arm around my shoulder and closes the door.

"Who was it sweetie?"His mom and dad were in the kitchen making what smelt like pasta.

"Just the mailman ma'."

I go upstairs with Jake closing the door behind us.He sits me down on his bed and squats in front of me.

"Tell me what happened."

I looked into his eyes and I saw complete worry. I couldn't tell if I was being overdramatic or just asking for sympathy. I was still holding my cheek,strangely, it still stung.

No words came out of my mouth and I just stared at him.

He gently grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand away from my face. I hesitated keeping my hand glued to my face.

"Its okay Emily, It was only a slap, right? Can't be that bad."

I nodded and let him pull my hand from my face.

His expression changed right when he saw my cheek.

It was stern. Straight. Scary. His jaw even clenched.
The scary kind of clench.
"Who did this to you Emily?"

I still didn't say anything. A single tear fell off my face from the previous short outburst I just had, I got up going to the bathroom so Jake could clean me up.

He came back with a first aid kit, I sat on the toilet not wanting to look in the mirror. My makeup is probably everywhere.

Getting back in his position from before, he pulled out a square cloth putting it to my cheek.

I flinched at the sudden urge of pain.He pulled the cloth away and showed it to me .It was covered in blood and so was my hand. My shock probably kept me from realizing how hard he had hit me.

I hadn't realized he hit me that hard.

I started to cry again, but Jake pulled me together. "Emily, tell me who did this to you. He'll pay, trust me."

I looked down and sneezed from all the tears going into the point of my nose.

"My brother." I say with a stuffed up nose, that probably didn't look so attractive right now.

"Name?"

I looked back at him and his face expression still had not changed. Did the fact that is was my brother not matter ?

"Blake Crills."

His eyes widened and he stood up quick.

I looked at him weirdly," You know him?"

Jake had a thinking face and then came back to reality." Ye-.. I mean no I don't."

My gaze returned back to the ground and I wasn't in the mood to care if he was lying or not.

He sqauted back down and looked at me again.

"You can stay the night if you want. I'm sure my parents won't mind." He probably meant he wasn't going to tell them.

I nod and drifted my gaze to Jake.

"considering you're his sister I guess I'll tell you some thing surrounding my past, but later." He said

I didn't pay attention to him. My mind was set on my brother and who the hell he became.

"Okay."