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Why am I always attracting the wrong people?

Is life playing games with me?

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-Chapter 7-- Attract the wrong people-

"Are you afraid to stay alone with me?" He said that in a hurt tone, as if I'm at fault here.

I look at him suspiciously, waiting for him to come and attack me.

He was just sitting there with his arms crossed, scrutinizing me with his dark, sinful eyes. It made me feel so uneasy and small in front of him.

And I don't like that at all. .

He looks at me like a predator waiting to eat its prey. But first, he has to have a little fun with his meal before he devours it.

" No, I just don't like to be around people like you, " because you remind me of them.

Two-faced individuals that like to drown everyone around them, even themselves, just for the fun of it.

But I don't voice out the last two opinions because I don't want him to use them against me or... know what I am actually thinking of him.

"Like me?" "How so?" He mockingly says, as his eyes narrow, "Have you not heard what your dear, loving father said?

I'm just a nice kid who took good care of his precious little step-sister. Who was wounded so badly by her own crazy bitch of a mother."

He stands up from the wooden chair, and he slowly begins to make his way towards me.

I quickly tried to get off the bed, taking the dark covers off myself while trying to make a run for it. But, the pain was minimizing my movements.

A large hand grips my left leg tightly, stopping me in my pathetic little attempt to escape.

I gulped at the pain that was shooting up my left leg. "Did I order you to move?

I don't think so, sweetheart. "He pulls me towards him without hesitation or consideration for my injuries.

I was about to scream when he shut me up with his right hand, pressing it down tightly on my mouth.

Tears were now sliding down my face, to the extreme pain, I was feeling right now.

His face was inches away from mine. I can see my own reflection in his gray, stormy eyes. That was how close we were to each other's personal space.

His body is pressed against mine as he supports himself with one knee between my legs on the mattress.

"Don't scream, if you don't want me to tell your dear daddy that you were going a little nuts up here.

You don't want him to think that you're losing it, just like your mother, " He said it with such a deep, low voice and with so much confidence... Like if my father would actually believe him over me.

He removed his right hand from my face, but he didn't even try to move away from me.

"He won't believe you." You can definitely hear the doubt in my shaky voice. His eyes grow darker by the second, as he looks at my lips.

My heart begins to beat rapidly inside my chest.

"Do you really think that?

Who do you think he will believe, toy?

A person that he lived with for almost 8 years or a little girl, who just came back to interrupt the happy little life that he had with his new wife and kids.

Think about it?" He looks back up at my eyes and continues, "Why didn't he get to you earlier if he loves you so damn much?" He said that with such confidence that it made me start doubting my own father.

Why would my own dad let me stay with my mother for that long?

Did my dad really not want me? Just like my mother?

"Do you really think he feels sorry that he let you stay with your mother for that long?

The only thing that he is sorry about is that you are not 6 feet underground. " A sinister smile spread across his face. His cruel words were now starting to hurt me.

The moonlight was shining down on him, creating this beautiful halo of light around his figure.

And at that moment, he looked like a fallen angel that fell from grace just to come and torment me. Enjoying itself, by seeing me all conflicted and emotionally confused and hurt.

He didn't even give me time to react when he pressed his lips against mine. His lips were so soft but yet rough against mine. I desperately tried to push him off of me, but he wouldn't budge. He was three times bigger than I was and much stronger too.

He asked for access with his tongue, but I refused. Yet he had other plans in mind. He squeezed my right thigh with so much force that it made me gasp in distress.

He took this opportunity to stick his tongue inside my mouth. He started devouring every inch of it. The way he was kissing me with so much harshness, that I was slightly losing it.

Why is he doing this to me?

What have I done for him to act this way towards me?

Tears were sliding down my face as he kept deepening the kiss even more by slightly tilting his head a little to the right, to get even more access.

His large right hand was now trailing down to my waist, while his left hand trailed up my right bare thigh.

He started gently biting on my bottom lip, then he slowly nibbled his way down to my neck. I can feel his dark hair brushing against my sensitive skin.

My mind was telling me to find a way to escape this situation, but my body was not listening to me at all.

He just kept going without a care in the world. As if no one could, at any minute now, burst through that door and see what he's doing to me.

What was he thinking?

What will my father think if he sees us both like this?

Would he believe me or him? I must get him off of me before someone bursts through that door.

I don't want to be abandoned or replaced again.

Then he starts nibbling on my right earlobe. As his left hand goes further up my right bare thigh, a little breathy moan escapes my lips.

I wanted to hide somewhere far away with that little embarrassment just now.

He groans at my reaction to his touch.

"Please... please stop it... please, Kevin." When he heard his name, he stopped what he was doing.

"And why should I stop?" He asked in a low, deep, husky voice, right next to my ear, and that made my heart skip a beat.

"Because you're hurting me, Kevin." I turned my head towards him and he turned his head towards mine. We made eye contact.

"That's the point; it's to hurt you, my little slave. He gave me this wicked but charming smile, and it made my stomach turn.

Two little voices are heard from the other side of the door, every passing minute the voices outside were getting closer to the bedroom door. Kevin carefully gets off of me and makes an effort to fix my appearance a little.

He grips my neck and applies a little pressure as he proceeds to threaten me dangerously.

"Remember what I told you a while ago? No one in this household will ever believe you. So keep that little pretty mouth of yours shut, if you don't want to end up like your mother. " He let go of my slim neck and returned himself to the wooden chair.

Like my mother?

I covered myself up with the dark soft covers and pretended to be asleep, not wanting to face my father like this and see me in this mess.

The bedroom door opens up and footsteps can be heard entering the room.

"See honey, she's sleeping." It was Ms. Nancy. She sounded extremely relieved for some reason.

"Yeah, my poor little girl. She must be drained after all that has happened today. Let me carry her back to her room. We don't want to disturb our son any further. " My father said as his footsteps got louder, indicating that he was coming my way.

"You could leave her there; she's sleeping... we don't want to wake her up, right?" Kevin quickly says, I can hear my father's footsteps stopping.

I tense up with my father's response. Was he really thinking of leaving me here with him?

"No... but she needs to sleep in her own bedroom." I relaxed with his response to Kevin's question.

"Then at least... Let me carry her to her bedroom. That's the least I could do. " He said that with a hint of anger in his voice. I could hear him getting up from the wooden chair and making his way towards me.

"Fine." My father responded, as I could hear his footsteps fading away.

Kevin pulls the covers off my body and mumbles, "You lucky brat," then he picks me up carefully so as not to hurt me.

In no time, he takes me to my bedroom with my father and his mother behind him, probably watching his every move, especially his mother.

"So here is where Leo's been. I've been looking for that kid for a while. I hear my father say, amusingly.

"Let me just wake him up," Ms. Nancy says, as she starts to walk towards him.

"No, don't wake him up... Just leave him there. If we take him back to his new bedroom, he will probably return to this one in the middle of the night. This was his room, after all.

Plus, the heater in his new bedroom isn't working. We still haven't finished renovating his bedroom. We first need to get the heater fixed tomorrow.

And when Emma wakes up, she can poke him to wake up and he'll help her out if she wants something. "My father says that all in one go without hesitation.

I felt Kevin tense up about what my father said. I guess someone didn't like the idea of me sleeping in the same bed as his brother.

"She can stay with me then... for tonight." Now I'm the one who tensed up at his answer.

"It's better this way, Kevin. You have been taking care of her.

And I don't want to pressure you into taking care of her all the time. Let your brother help out a little this time. Okay. "My father gently says that as if he's talking to a son and not to a complete stranger.

"But there's no difference between her sleeping here and over in my bedroom. She'll be much better with me. " You can hear the outrage in his voice rising, as if he was controlling himself from insulting my father for suggesting otherwise.

"No buts, Kevin. The decision is final." Ms. Nancy said in a monotone voice. All I can hear is Kevin "tsk" in annoyance.

Kevin gently lays me down on the bed, and whispers low for only I could hear" Next time, you won't escape from me, little slave." He covers my body with a soft, thin blanket.

I heard them switch off the lights and shut the door. When all three of them walk out, I breathe out a sigh of relief, feeling safe now.

Even if... I'm here laying down in bed with a sleepy Leo, who hasn't noticed that I've been gone for a little while.

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