1. Hannah
"Can you shut the fuck up? People are trying to sleep here, hell!"
I knock on the door harder than I planned when I got out of my bed minutes ago.
At least the silence that ensues next makes all the effort to get out under my warm blanket worthwhile.
I go back to my room, but I can’t sleep and start to turn from side to side in the same way that I was doing before, while that woman seemed to be definitely in heat in my brother Declan’s room.
Then I hear voices, it seems Declan is begging her to stay. A slight satisfied smile appears on my face. If I’m going to have a fucking night knowing he’s with someone in bed where I wanted to be, then he’s going to have to have a shitty night too.
A while later and the silence is established, she must be gone, I end up laughing softly. But if I wanted to keep myself safe from Declan’s fury, I should have locked the door as soon as I got back here. He opens the door with a single thump and is standing there with a furious look wearing only jeans and no T-shirt, reminding me more and more of how hot he is and the most attractive guy who has ever entered this room.
He comes towards me saying:
"Do you have a heart?"
I end up laughing and roll my eyes saying:
"Ah what is it? It’s just one more of the girls you bring here. You get over it."
He covers me and I try to ignore his presence here in the room as if that were possible, but he takes a few steps until I feel his weight on my bed. He sits on top of me, pinning me to the bed and removes the blanket from my face. He doesn’t really see what he does to me and how my breathing is increasing considerably with his approach like that. I look at his defined body over mine and think of many things we could do if he even noticed my interest but no, I am just the annoying little daughter of his father’s current wife that he is forced to endure.
He then lowers himself further and looks me in the eye saying:
“Do you have any idea of the work it took to bring Trixie to my bed?”
I just try not to focus on how his breath touches my face so it makes my skin crawl and I say:
"With a slut name like that, I can’t understand why so much work."
He closes his eyes for a moment and looks even more irritated when he says:
"Ah if I could do something ..."
From the way he looks at me and the way he says the sentence, I even think of something with a double meaning in it, but I know I don’t. He wouldn’t do that. He would never do that. He has no interest in me, I know, I tried it once and was brutally scolded by himself.
Then he looks around my room looking for something and I follow his eyes. He stops at Tutti, my pink teddy bear that I received as a gift a few years ago from Ashton, my childhood friend. He looks back at me and sees my face as if he doesn’t understand anything, he raises his arm and takes it off me slowly while I question what he is going to do. He just laughs maliciously and says:
“Since I have no one to satisfy me today, maybe Tutti can do that.”
He runs out of the room to see my fury now and enters his room by locking the door.
