Stolen By My Step-Brother

"Stop trying to leave"

"We're going on another date," my mother said, deciding which earring to put on. "Gold or silver?"

"Gold. How long will you be out?"

She shrugged, "We've been staying out late recently, so I'm guessing really late." I sighed, falling down on their master bed. Mr. Hawk was downstairs, waiting for my mother to be ready. My mother eventually turned around, opening her arms for a rating. I nodded my head, her formal outfit causing her to look ravishing. "I'm sorry sweetheart, I haven't been home recently," she apologized, "But we'll have some sort of bonding time next week okay?"

"It's fine, Mom. Have fun on your date okay?" I approached her and laid a kiss on her cheek. We walked her downstairs, and Mr. Hawk extended his palm.

"Ready to go, my love?"

"Yes. And August," she turned to me, "Please take care of William. Just for tonight."

"Will do Mom." They exited the home, and I locked it behind them. As soon as they departed, Eric sprinted down the stairs and watched them from the window.

"They gone?" He asked excitingly.

I nodded my head, "Yes."

"Mike, how many did you invite over again?" he shouted, staring at the top stairs.

His brother screamed back, "A dozen."

"Wait, what's going on?" I asked cluelessly.

Eric met my gaze with annoyance, "We're having a get-together. Go dress up, and make sure you keep your brother locked away."

"Why wasn't I told about this?"

Eric rushed up the stairs and yelled, "Because you're not part of the family."

Although the insult stung slightly, I never wanted to be apart of their family. I never even wanted to move, and I never wanted to live with my mother. Without replying, I climbed the stairs as well, and began preparing myself for the get-together they were to have tonight. During that time, my brother fell asleep within his bedroom, and I closed the door shut, finishing my makeup in my own bedroom. I curled my dark chocolate hair, placed a bit of eyeshadow and curled my lashes. I decided to wear a crop top, and ripped jeans, along with my converse. Before I knew it, the party had begun, but it was smaller than the one when we first arrived. This time it was everyone they were friends or acquainted with, but the music still blared and coloured lights sprinkled across the entire first floor.

They had changed the kitchen table into a fake bar, and Mike had hired a bartender to hand drinks. They were rich, which meant free drinks were poured all around the place. As I descended to the first floor, a few strangers glanced my direction, and I made my way through the throng of people. I was shoving through some people when someone grabbed my bicep, and pulled me backwards. I was slightly frightened, but no more when I spotted the familiar face.

"Cole!" I exclaimed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He chuckled, placing a palm on my waist.

"August. How are you?"

"I'm good, I've been chilling. What about you?"

"I'm good as well. Hey guys," he pulled a few of his friends from behind him and they stared at me with curious eyes, "This is August. She's Mike's step-sister."

"No way, Mike has a step-sister?" One of them exclaimed after a sip of his drink.

"Not official yet," I commented.

He extended his hand, "I'm James, nice to meet you." He was blond, with gorgeous blue eyes.

"Dave," one beside James said. Black hair with a crystal green that seen to illuminate while staring within them. I nodded my head, shaking their hands.

Another one friendly placed his arm around my shoulder, and squeezed me. "I'm Liam!" he screamed, taking a sip of his drink and drops falling on my face. I began laughing, wiping them off. He was a decent looking man, with a light chocolate shade of hair and very straight jaw. His eyes were an interesting gold colour as well, and he seemed to be the one having the most fun.

"Hey, I'm Hanzo." Hanzo had an English accent, that caused my eyebrow to raise. He was a very gorgeous man, with a toned upper body and light brown eyes, accompanied with golden locks circling his head. However, I did not ask questions about his origin, and instead I stole Liam's bottle, beginning to chug it. They cheered for me, until it burned my throat too much that I stopped. Cole laughed hysterically, placing an arm over my shoulder.

"I guess we'll have a lot of fun together."

However, before we could even continue to party amongst ourselves, the crowd starting roaring at something occurring in the middle of the throng. They had all circled around a scene, and we decided to push through them in attempt to make out what was happening. As we approached, my heart clenched when I watched Mike sitting on a chair, with a girl having barely any clothes on, giving him a lap dance. He raised his head, taking a drag from his blunt and exhale it towards the crowd. My shoulders fell, and the excitement within my bones had vanished.

The girl stood upwards, pulled him up by his collar and stormed her lips onto his. Mike followed through as well, his free hand clenching her neck while his other one held his blunt. Similar to my experience, it seemed as if the girl attempted to pull his hand from her neck and take a breather, but he aggressively kept her into his lips. Soon, his hand found her breast, then her butt.

"Get a room!" The crowd started shouting, and with a long drunk smile on his face, his eyes barely open, Mike allowed the girl to pull him by the collar and head towards the stairs. As he marched past us to get to the stairs, my shoulder bumped into him accidentally, then he met my gaze. He paused for a moment, then a smirk pulled his lips with a small wink. He followed the girl up the stairs, and they disappeared.

My body began feeling cold, and my palms squeezed into fists so tight I thought I was going to break apart my knuckles. He used me, twice already. And all it was was manipulation. He had already called me easy; I felt foolish for allowing him to have s*x with me a second time.

Cole tapped my shoulder, "How about a few shots together?"

I nodded, shaking my head from all the thoughts preventing me to have fun, and followed Cole to the bar. We had multiple shots, and his friends joined us a little bit after. Liam continued to place his arm around my shoulders, and the flirtatious moves began to occur, as his lips oftentimes found the side of my head, placing them near my ear, along my jaw and near my lips. However, in order to escape from that situation, I leaned forward and pressed my lips onto Cole's, who was shocked by the freezing of his mouth, but then made our mouths dance in harmony within one another. He was gentle, a small lip bite with his hands pressed on my waist, another one gently on my jaw. I wanted more than this, and I deepened the kiss, but he eventually pulled back.

He sent me a raised eyebrow before turning back to the bartender, asking for more drinks. I grabbed a few of them as well, and gulped those down in my system. The night seemed to have gone forever; we danced, we laughed, we chugged, we danced again until our legs could no longer hold our balance, or maybe hold my balance. In that instance, Cole brought me to the bar stool, and asked for some water. The party had dismembered, but a few people were left, chatting away. Another side of them were slumped on the floor, or on the couch.

Suddenly, all the alcohol I had drank threatened to come back up, and I rushed up the stairs to the nearest bathroom. There, it came all the way down, along with the water I had recently drank. Cole sprinted behind me as well, and held my hair to allow me to puke.

"You're fine," he cooed, "You're okay."

I leaned against the wall, barely able to open my eyes. He remained by my side for a half an hour, cleaning my face after every vomit, pulling my hair back and holding me from falling face first into the toilet. He laughed frequently, saying, "I will always hold this against you August. You owe me."

"Shut up," I groaned, attempting to get my eyesight to return balanced. However, it never happened, and Cole continued to have two heads and fours hands holding my weight.

Then we heard, "Cole, you in here?" The door opened, and I saw legs enter the bathroom. His voice was immediately recognizable, but my brain was terribly corrupted that my drunk self only focused on vomiting and laying down beside the toilet. Cole raised his eyebrow towards Mike, "Where were you all party?"

"Did you not see that baddie that brought me upstairs?" he chuckled, "We did like four rounds, she finally fell asleep. I didn't know everyone had left already."

"Yea," Cole nodded his head towards me, slumped on the ground, attempting to make out their conversation, "She's literally done, she drank too much."

"You can go home, I'll take care of her," Mike said.

Such surprised Cole, who frowned. "If you mean take advantage of her Mike, I can't let you do that."

"We've had s*x like twice already, I can take advantage of her sober," he said with pride, "Don't worry, she'll be fine."

"Twice, my dude?"

Mike scratched the back of his head with a smirk, his mind remembering both events, one being this morning. "Yesterday's party in the bathroom and today in the kitchen."

Cole nodded, standing up to his feet. "That explains it, she's really out there I guess. She randomly started making out with me during the party, so I was pretty shocked about it."

Mike's features darkened for a split second, before he chuckled nervously. He placed his palm on Cole's back, "Thank you for your help. See you soon."

Cole exited the bathroom, and soon exited the home. When Mike knew he was alone with me, he closed the bathroom door behind him. He kneeled towards me, and tilted his head to the side, staring with disgust at my slumped body on the floor. He bit his bottom lip, an anger causing his blood to race, and he resisted the urge to squeeze my neck.

I made a gulping noise, and he pulled me upwards, hovering my head over the toilet. He held my hair back into a ponytail, and waited. However, as he waited, he spoke with a lot of fury.

"You're nothing but a w***e, you know that?"

I was beginning to feel slightly more sober that I heard that line, and immediately a sudden force that evoked from within me attempted to detach his grasp. Although he was stronger than me, it irritated him even more. Another gulp, and I continued to puke; maybe it was the robust movement.

"See?" He hissed, "Stop fighting, you dumb ass."

That was the last time I puked, but I was barely functioning. I attempted to stand, and almost fell backwards. Mike held my waist as I stood, mumbling something about how much of a slut I was. The only reason I ignored his comment was because of how drunk I was, but the instant I got to my feet, I attempted to push him, and almost pushed myself over.

"Calm the f**k down, August."

"You're being rude to me," I sloppily said, allowing him to hold me from falling.

"Shut up," he spat. "You stink, take off your clothes and get in the bath."

That night, although Mike continued to send me atrocious insults that may have affected my feelings if I had not been as drunk as I was, he also took care of me. He wrinkled his nose as he bathed me, cleaned my body and asked permission to clean my breasts. He rinsed the soap from my body, and shampooed my hair, massaging my scalp as I laid on my back. He wiped my make-up from my face, and dried me with a towel. He walked me to my bedroom, left for a few seconds but only to bring me an oversized t-shirt of his. He searched through my dresser for shorts that could work as pyjamas, and slipped them on for me.

"You're easy, you know that?" My eyes were closed, I was sitting on my bed as he slipped on my pyjamas, and he aggressively gripped my jaw. "Hey, look at me. You're a f*****g joke." I stared back at him unresponsive, and he scoffed, pulling my shorts up my legs.

Then, at the end of the night, after placing a glass of water on my bedside table, he crawled into bed with me. At that point, I was tipsy, but could function much better. However, he slept like a baby, his head on my stomach and his arms wrapped around my waist. He cuddled against me so tightly, as if he was trying to hold me from ever escaping his grasp. Every time I tried to pull his arms off of me, his arms tightened, and he cooed, "I could crush all your ribs with one squeeze. Stop trying to leave."