The Brothers

Chapter 9

"Oh my God!" I yell as I make a rush for the door. 

The packet I'm holding slips from my fingers, and when I trip on it, my grip on the towel loosens and it falls right on my feet.

I swear my heart stops beating.

I gasp, crossing my hands over my naked body. Charlie's gaze lingers on me and for a moment there, I forget how to breath. I know i should pick the towel but I'm transfixed, watching him as he gawks at me.

"Come here." He says, his voice dark, his eyes ablaze.

My legs feel like jelly. I couldn't move or scream even if I tried.

I'm rooted on the spot watching him as he stands up and pulls his T-shirt over his head before dumping it on the floor.

Reality hits me then; he is going to hurt me. My heart starts beating again and my body springs into action. I move to pick the towel but his arms are around me in the next instance.

I scream my lungs out when he pulls me against him.

He forcefully holds his hand over my mouth and pushes me until my legs touch the edge of the bed, then he tosses me on it.

I hit him on the chest, my legs flailing as I try to kick him but I'm no match for him. He's strong and well built and I know that he'll have his way with me whether I like it or not.

He lies on top of me, his hand still holding my mouth and he kisses my neck. His breathing his harsh and heavy and he reeks of liquor and disappointment.

"You want this, don't you?" He whispers harshly.

I try to shake my head but he's not even looking at me.

He kisses the bridge of my nose, and I die a little when he moans against my skin.

"You're skin is so smooth. So fresh." He murmurs as he moves lower and kisses my throat and the top of my chest.

Silent tears are starting to stream down my cheeks and I'm too quick to accept my fate.

"If I release you, you won't scream, okay? I want you to relax and let me make you feel like a real woman. You'll be a good girl, right?" His speech is slurred and I realize he's super drunk. I nod, and he smiles before releasing me.

The moment his hand leaves my lips, I break into a blood curdling scream.

I tense when a heavy slap lands on my face.

"I told you to shut up! It's not like anyone is on this floor anyway. You're wasting your breath."

I'm so scared that I'm unable to process what he's saying. I sit up when he undoes the fly on his jeans and he punches me on the jaw, sending me flying back on the bed. I'm screaming like a banshee and he's struggling to hold me up when the door is pushed open.

The movement is so fast that it's a blur and all I see is Charlie's body as it is heaved from me and hurled across the room. He lands on the floor with a thud and then Harry is over him, beating the s**t out of him. The fight is totally unequalled since Harry is not drunk and I gasp every time his fist lands on his brother's jaw.

Charlie fights back and I'm aware that tears are streaming down my cheeks as I watch them. Its my fault that this is happening. Everything I touch in this house turns into a mess.

I'm alarmed when blood flies from the tangled mass on the floor so I rush from the bed in an attempt to separate them.

"Stop! Please stop, Harry!'

At first, he acts like he can't hear me. Slowly, he pauses and takes a rugged breath. He stands up and gives Charlie one good kick on the ribs which makes me wince.

"God, you're bleeding. There's blood on your back."

"It's not mine." He mutters as he turns to look at me. It's then I realize that I'm still naked.

He rolls his eyes at me, and I yell as I a dash for Willy's T-shirt which is still on the floor.

Harry grabs it from my hands and tosses it across the room. What the actual f**k is wrong with him? I gasp as I pull the duvet around me.

"What is wrong with you?!" I'm yelling at the top of my lungs.

"Nothing is wrong with me." He pulls his white T-shirt over his head and hands it to me. "Wear that one."

"Harry I.."

"Just wear the T-shirt, Bridget. You're f*****g naked!"

I want to act rebelliously but this is simply not the day nor the time to pick a fight over a damn shirt. I'm still shaken and he's still pissed.

I wear his shirt, sighing in relief when it reaches mid thigh. It's too baggy for me but it smells nice. I bet he wore this right after I drenched him and his date with alcohol.

The material is cotton and it feels really good against my cold skin. I want to take a whiff, but I quickly decide against it when I feel Harry's eyes on me.

When he absetly reaches for my hand, I let him take it, and we head for the door.

Charlie is still groaning as he attempts to sit up.

"Maybe we should help him." I say quietly, tensing when Harry stares down at me.

"Are you kidding me?"

"He's bleeding."

He stares me down in disbelief, then he shakes his head.

"Come, I don't have time for this."

I say nothing as he pulls me into the deserted corridor.

We walk to his room and he releases my hand to unbolt the door. He excuses me to walk past him and he walks in after me, closing the door behind him.

I stand there snapping my fingers and wondering what to do with myself.

"Sit." His voice is firm.

I move to his bed before I turn to look at him, silently seeking permission to sit on it. He nods and I pull his T-shirt down to cover my thighs before I lower myself onto the bed.

He walks further into the room and leans against the dresser, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"Did he touch you?" His voice is as silent as a dark night.

I nod.

I watch him as he absently snaps his fingers.

"Did he hurt you?" He asks again as he takes a careful step towards me.

I start to shake my head before I feel the sting on my jaw. I touch the spot with my thumb and I realize that Charlie's fist left a sizeable damage. My jaw is painful and swollen.

I tense when Harry's finger traces the swelling and my eyes fly wide open when he tips my head back, forcing me to look at him. He's so close I can literally feel his breath on my face. His eyes are dark and his jaw is twisted angrily.

"Give me one reason why I shouldn't go back there and beat the s**t out of him all over again."

I keep staring at him, saying nothing. He shakes his head before he steps back.

"Get into bed. I'll make you an ice pack. It'll tone down the swelling."

I nod, and he walks to the door before turning to look at me.

"Please don't mess my bed."

Then he walks out and closes the door behind him.

**

I'm trying to get some sleep when the door is pushed open.

It's Willy. He has a small duffel bag with him and he looks worried.

"Harry is in a bad mood." He says with a sigh as he sets the bag on the nightstand and retrieves my pajamas from it.

"Harry is always in a bad mood." I counter.

"He's worse tonight. He told me that I'll find you here. One minute he can't stand you and the next minute you are in his bed. Harry never brings anyone in here."

"I'm sure he does. All those girls..."

He shakes his head.

"He does his w*****g elsewhere."

"There's a girl who left a packet of tampons in here earlier today. He just gave them to me."

Willy's face creases with confusion, then he bursts out laughing.

"He got them from Marie while you were taking a shower. I overhead him asking her for a favour."

My mouth drops open.

"He did?"

"Yeah. And he asked me to get you your pajamas. Trust me, Bree, I'm more surprised than you are."