Something Between Us ✔

9| Secrets Between Us

9. Secrets Between Us

"Everybody has a chapter they don't read out loud."

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I looked up at the stranger who had barged into my bedroom. In the faint light of the moon, I could hardly make out his face. He was staring down at me. I could feel it.

My eyes widened in the shape of saucers as I realized who it was. I took a good look at his face, squinting my eyes to do so.

His grip on my mouth loosened a bit and I opened my mouth to speak. Or rather to shout.

"Brian-" I could barely get the name out  before I felt his palm slamming on my mouth again. I struggled under his grip but he was way too strong.

But I was not weak to resist him. I wriggled out of his hands. I put my hands on his chest and pushed him back. He stumbled on my bed. If he hadn't barged into my room at the dead of the night, I would have actually laughed at him.

I ran to my bedside table and switched the lamp on. And yes, it definitely was Brian.

I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a glare.

"Hi. Wow. You look..." His eyes roamed up and down my body, "...gross."

I sent a pillow flying at him for that. "I just woke up, thanks to you. I'm sure you'll look even more ugly than I do when I wake you up in the middle of the night."

The pillow actually made him stumble back as if I'd thrown something twice the weight of his.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, calmly although inside I was freaking out about him in my room at the middle of the night.

"I'm not sure. I can't sleep," He said as if it was nothing.

"And so you decide to just break in my house and not let me sleep?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Aw...don't be like that. I thought we could have some fun," He said, plopping himself on my bed and waggling his brows suggestively.

"Shut up. Get up and get lost," I whisper yelled.

"Nope," He said and chuckled.

"Brian, get out of my house!"

"Why do people always throw me out of their lives?" He pouted. "They never care about the people they leave. How they'll feel. How much they'll be hurt," He said, rolling on my bed so his face was smashed against it. "Just like my so called mom," He muttered in the end, his voice muffled by my bed which made me doubt what I had really heard.

"What?"

I didn't have any idea what he was talking about. What did he mean by that?

He sat up straight. I looked into his eyes. He was staring at nothing in particular. His eyes appeared unfocused. He suddenly chuckled maniacally which gave me the creeps, letting himself fall on my bed again.

"Are you drunk, Brian?" I asked, slowly nearing him. I leaned down to him to check his breath. In an instant, he pulled my hand and I crashed down on his chest. His arms held my waist tightly against him. I struggled to get up but he just chuckled at my attempts.

"Brian!" I shouted in his ear. He immediately released me and covered his ears with his hands. I immediately backed off. What the hell was up with him today?!

He rose up from the bed too. "Jeez, you're so loud." He began walking towards me.

I took a step back. "Brian, you're drunk. You don't know what you're doing," I said slowly, hoping he'd come to his senses.