His Attention ~Completed~

Chapter Twenty-Five

2 Weeks Later

"Knock knock." My brother mutters in my doorway. I look over at him and put my phone down. "Come in Damien." I say, sighing. He walks over to my bed and pulls himself up. "How're you feeling?" He asks. I shrug. "About as good as anyone would feel after being tortured in a dirty cell." I answer casually.

He shuffles awkwardly. I sigh. "Sorry D." I apologize. He shrugs. "It's okay. Have you told mom and dad?" He asks. I shake my head. "God no. It's funny how we've both been kidnapped for a while and managed to make up believable lies so they dont find out." I say, managing a tight smile.

He chuckles humorlessly. "I know. How'd you get them to overlook your bruises?" Damien asks. I shrug. "They hardly overlooked them. Dad flipped shit. I told them I went out late at night and got mugged by a couple of assholes." I say.

He raises an eyebrow. "They believed that?" He asks. I chuckle. "Course not. But I refused to say anything else so they dropped it." I explain. He nods, then sighs and stands. "Well, I'll be going. Mom is driving me to Violet's" He says smiling.

I laugh. "Alright. Have fun." I say. I wink at him as he walks out. Nick comes in right after. "Hey Tom." He greets. I wave. "Yo. Sup?" I reply. He frowns at me. "Don't act so noncha-"

"You two. Up. We're going out." Dad suddenly says. We turn. "What? But she's injured!" Nick protests. I scoff. "Few bruises never stopped me." I answer. Dad smiles. "No they haven't. Get dressed. We're going to the range." We nod and we walks out.

"She's hurt." Nick mutters under his breath, following dad. I laugh and pick up my phone that is constantly vibrating.

🖤Badasses🖤

El-

Hey Mi. How're u holdin' up?

Jay-

Babe? You there?

Jade-

Maybe she's asleep?

Duncan Donuts-

Naomiiiii

Ace-

C'mon woman answer.

Colt-

Super Girl?

Me-

Damn guys relax. I'm fine. Just
A

tad sore. How's Dylan?

Al-

He's ok. Not like he hasn't
B

een shot before.

Me-

Not helping Alec.