A Passion That Was Poison

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Chapter 13


“Elizabeth, get back here,” Rex yells, trailing behind me.

I spin around, eyes narrowed in an angry glare. He deserves all my anger, I don’t care. He’s the one who made me come home when I was perfectly fine with my friends. Now he thinks that just because I came home we were fine?

No, we’re not, I came home because he threatened to ground me. That’s the only reason, not because I wanted to. I’m not going to act all normal and fine, he can’t just tell me what to do all the time.

This parenting crap gets older by the day, if he wants me to forgive him, he better do a freaking fantastic job making up for it. I don’t mind him being protective in all, okay maybe I do a little, but right now he’s just being outright overbearing. Especially when he put Layten on the phone to convince me, that was a lot extra.

“Why Rex?” I spit, “So you can feed me a bottle and give me a bath too.”

Rex stops abruptly a few feet in front of me. His tall height practically shadowed over my shorter one. He and Layten both inherited the tall muscular gene from my dad while I was stuck with a shorter height. His hands find his messy curls of dirty blonde and tug at it.

“Why do you always have to be so difficult?” He mutters, “Don’t you see where I’m coming from? What if something happened to you out there Lizzie? I wouldn’t be there to protect you, I wouldn’t be there to make sure you’re okay. It would kill me, don’t you know how much you mean to me?” As the words leave his mouth, his hands drop down to his sides.

For a second my mouth just opens then closes, trying to find words to say, trying to stay mad at him. But I can’t, how can I stay mad at him when he just said all that? Rex is very rarely vulnerable so this kind of shut me right up. He’s always looking out for me even when it seems ridiculous.

My body feels like a stick, a stiff straight stick. “Oh.” I finally managed to speak. I don’t know what to say, but I needed to say something else, anything else. “I umm didn’t look at it that way,” I mumble.

A sigh falls from his lips, “You never do.” He says, his eyes finding mine. “It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing babydoll. I worry because I care, and when you didn’t call I thought something happened.”

Emotional tears blur my eyes, I try my best not blink so they don’t fall. Here I am yelling at him when all he wanted was to make sure I was okay. How inconsiderate is that?

My bottom lip begins to quiver as I gaze down, not being able to meet his honest eyes.

Rex steps forward pulling me into his arms, my head falls into his chest as tears leak onto his shirt. “I-I’m sorry.” I stutter. His hold is tight, Rex has been my go-to person ever since I could remember, he is a consistent safe spot. He has never failed to let me down when my own parents have.

“Shh, don’t cry babydoll,” He hushes, his thumbs padding away the moisture. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

I shake my head, “Do you think I’m horrible Rex? You must think I’m horrible.” I whisper feeling like the worst person in the world.

“No I don’t think that and you shouldn’t either, okay?” He tells me, “I don’t mean to upset you babydoll, that’s never my intention.”

I nod slowly, my lips still quivering. I ignored him all day when I got home yesterday and when I woke up this morning he wasn’t having it. So this is how my morning started, shocker, right?

Once again his thumbs brush away the salty moisture running down my cheeks. He leans down pressing a tender kiss on my forehead. “How bout we watch a movie, yeah.” He asks, “I’ll even let you pick it.”

“What movie are we watching?” Layten chimes walking into the room and taking a big bite out of his yellow apple, welcoming our ears with a crunch. His eyes fall on me, “Wait were you crying, Lizzie?” He asks, then glares at Rex. “Did you make her cry?”

Rex and I pull away, Layten studying me with a concerned look. Rex pushes his hands into his jean pockets. “It wasn’t intentional.” He mutters looking guilty.

“It better not have been,” Layten says, taking long strides towards me. “You good babydoll?” He murmurs, pulling me into a crushing hug.

I nod. What is with my brothers and tight hugs? “Layten, I can’t breathe.”

He lets go, a bright smile settling upon his face, blue eyes bright. “Sorry.” He says, taking another bite of his apple. “Are you going to pick the movie or what? If you don’t I will.” He smirks.

With that being said, I’m literally up and out of the room in seconds. There’s no way I’m letting Layten pick the movie, he’ll either pick some horror movie or a boring action-packed movie like ‘Star Wars’.


Layten, Rex, and I watch movies all morning. Our parents left early to spend the day together, leaving us home. Before they left, my mom and dad both kissed my cheeks and told the boys not to let me get in any trouble. Rex rolled his eyes, while Layten just smiled mischievously.

My dad was supposed to be leaving sometime in the next two days so he wanted to spend as much time with my mama as possible. He also wanted to have what he called ‘family time’ with the rest of us.

I was kind of afraid for the day my dad would be leaving, when my dad wasn’t home, my mama goes through terrible breakdowns. He seems to be the only one who can silence the voices in her head. Ever since I could remember my moms suffered from schizophrenia.

With our movie coming to an end, my phone buzzes with a text message. I grab it off of the coffee table to check it.

Jay: Come over I’m bored.

Jay wants me to come to his house? I’ve never been there before. A small smile tries to curl at the corners of my lips.

Me: Yeah, well read a book then. I sent him.

Moments later he replies. Jay: Shut the fuck up, readings for losers.

I scuff, he’s so rude sometimes. Me: I like to read. Does that mean I’m a loser?

Jay: The biggest.

Me: Okay, I’m not coming over then. Find someone else.

I watch as the three writing bubbles dot the bottom of the screen showing he’s typing back. Jay: Take a joke, Rosa, don’t be a prude. Now can get up and get your ass over here.

Me: Now I’m definitely not coming over.

My phone begins to ring, Jays calling me. My brothers look over at me, wondering who’s calling.

“It’s Alex,” I mutter to them getting up and going into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, I hit the accept button and bring the phone to my ear. “Hello.”

“Don’t hello me, come over.”

I tap my fingers on the kitchen island, “Hmm you just called me a loser. So no I won’t come over.”

“Don’t you know what joking is?” Jay asks, sounding annoyed. “You’re not a fucking loser, I wouldn’t date a loser. Better?”

I smile. “Much,” I say happily.

“Now will you come the fuck over, I want to see your pretty face.” He wines, “Come on, you know you want to, you miss me too. If you don’t hurry up, I’ll come over there and drag your ass here.”

A sigh leaves my lips, “Aren’t you the sweetest.”

“You know it, baby.” He chuckles, “Now get those skinny legs moving.”

With that he hangs up, the line going blank. For a minute I just stand where I am wondering how I’m going to pull this off. My lying abilities aren’t the greatest, but there’s no way neither Rex nor Layten is going to let me go to Jay’s house.

So I need Alex to cover for me, I know she’ll do it because I’ve done it for her on multiple occasions when she was with Gavin and what not.

It’s been hard enough hiding the hickey on my neck, I’m glad I have long hair though. My makeup skills aren’t the greatest, but just a little foundation and powder does the job well.

Taking a deep breath I text Alex telling her to cover for me. I then go back to the living room where my brothers are sitting on the couch with their legs propped up on the coffee table.

“Alex wants to hang out, so I’m gonna go over there for the day,” I say out loud, standing a little ways away from the wrap around couch. I try my best to keep a normal face so I don’t give anything away.

Layten pouts, “You don’t want to hang out with your big brothers?” He looks at Rex, “Rexy, Lizzie doesn’t want to hang out with us.”

Rex glances at me, “You’re ditching us for Alex? We just got you back.”

I nod, “You guys see me all the time and I’ve already watched three movies with you.” I point out, “So yes, I’m ditching you.”

Rex and Layten share a look, then Layten shrugs. So Rex turns back to me, “Fine, Do you need a ride.”

A smile lights my lips as I shake my head. “No thank you, I have my driver’s license for a reason, Rex.”

That being said, I skip out of the room and up the stairs to my bedroom. As I do, Jay sends me a series of texts, one being his address and another telling me to bring a swimsuit. Well, he actually said, ‘bring a swimsuit, preferably a bikini’. He’s definitely not a feminist if you couldn’t tell, and he’s proud of it.

I pack a small bag, only consisting of a ‘bikini’, a hairbrush, hair-ties, and an extra set of clothes because you never know. Once done, I scramble down the stairs, grab the car keys, and then I’m out the door without so much as a goodbye.

After typing in the directions into google maps, it says my arrival time is only ten minutes away. So I turn on the ignition and begin to drive to Jay’s.

Google maps directs me to a right-hand turn, saying in one mile I’ll reach my destination. Following the directions to a ‘t’, I follow the dead-end road.

Every single house I pass is gorgeous, not to mention freaking huge. As I reach the end of my route nearing the end of the road, this large cream white house fills my vision. White pillars hold up this long porch and two oak wood doors surrounded by white brick are centered right in the middle.

The house was absolutely stunning with big windows, through them you could see beautiful chandeliers. Flower baskets of all kinds colorful flowers were outside, even the landscaping was beautiful. I was blown away as I pulled into the paved driveway. This is Jay’s house?

As I switch the engine off, I sit in a state of shock, pure utter shock.

A knock on my window frightens me back to reality. I glance over to see Jay, he has the biggest grin on his face, showing his white teeth, and the sharpness of his cheekbones.

He opens my door, “You know you look fucking hot with your mouth wide open like that, it’s like you want to suck my di—.”

“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I yell covering my poor ears.

He chuckles, “You’re so innocent, Rosa.” He then grabs my arm and pulls me out of the car. I stumble trying to catch my footing. He steadies me though so I don’t end up falling on my face. “What was that for, I could’ve got out myself.”

“Because you’re such a slowpoke, this way was faster and more efficient.” He shrugs, shutting the door. “Did you bring a bikini like I asked?”

I shake my head, “Nope, just some old clothes.”

“Alright guess you’ll just have to swim naked.”

My eyes widen as I hit his shoulder. “Shut up, I brought the stupid bikini.” I just want to slap the amused smirk playing across his stupidly perfect features. Uhh, why is he so annoyingly arrogant? Why do I enjoy it?

“That’s too bad, I was looking forward to skinny dipping.”

“In your demented dreams,” I mutter.

He reaches over and pinches my cheeks, “That’s right Rosie, you skinny dipping is in my dreams.”

My cheeks burn under his touch, surely they are a bright red. Today is going to be quite the adventure.


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