my seven brothers

five

Dylan is only a few metres aways from me and I had imaginations in my mind about what he would do.

First, he would kill me and second he would kill me.

Oh, also Ryan.

"What's with him? He seems angry."
Ryan pointed to Dylan.

No shit, Sherlock

"Cut the crap! You know him, don't you? You smir-"

"Isabella!"
I felt my arm being yanked away from my seat.

It was Dylan.

"Let go, you're hurting me!"
I tried to free myself out of his grip but he just tightened his grip on me.

Fucking bastard

I looked up to him in his eyes and only saw anger. But when our eyes met, he loosened his grip on me.

I knew my big, puppy eyes would be helpful.

"What do you think you're doing?"
Now Ryan stood up from his seat and went in front of Dylan.

That's just suicide.

"We're going."
Dylan pulled me with him. This time, I didn't protest. It would make things just worse. Besides, everyone was looking at us and I just wanted to get out of here.

It was shameful...

But nothing new to me.

"You can't force her to go with you!"

I swear to god, I'll kill Ryan. He makes everything worse.

Does he does this on purpose?

Dylan turned back to him and was anything but happy. I also saw his friends coming over to us.

This won't end good.

"It's okay. He's my brother."
I said quietly with sadness in my voice.

And with that, we walked off. I heard Ryan shouting out for me to wait but I ignored him.

All the time I looked to the ground, feeling ashamed.

I heard some people whispering things like,
'look she's being dragged away from her own brother' 'do you think she's assaulted at home'
'Didn't expect anything else from the Rodriguez'

I'm not assaulted, but sometimes, it feels like that.
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"What do you think you were doing?!"
An angry Dylan groaned at me.

We were standing in the hallway. Only me, Dylan, James and Nate were there. His idiotic friends also followed us.

"I didn't do anything wrong! He was the one who showed me around,okay!!! I didn't want to eat alone. That's it."

"You know the rules, Isabella. No.boys!"
Dylan said through greeted teeth and clenched his fists. Normally he isn't the type to get this angry. Sure he has the personality of an asshole, but not of a person with anger issues. This was something new for me to see but not something surprising.

"Chill Dylan."

"Yeah, You're exaggerating."

James and Nate tried to reassure him.