But as she rinsed, she swore she heard a noise. Shaking it off, thinking it was just her imagination; she cleaned all of the shampoo out of her hair and opened her eyes. Then she saw it; a figure through the glass door. She gasped and almost slipped. Whoever it was, was distorted due to the frosted and foggy door. "W…who's there?" she choked out, feeling exposed.
"Oh, Allison," came a deep voice on the opposite side of the thin door, amusement ringing on the words. To her horror, it was Chad. "I just wanted to talk to you for a moment and get to know the girl who has captured my brother's heart."
She couldn't speak. Her hands trembled and a chill dabbled at her skin. Since she first set eyes on Chad earlier that day, she couldn't help but feel threatened by his very being. He was dangerous.
Suddenly, he grabbed hold of the handle and began sliding the door open. Ally covered herself the best she could with her arms and hands and she backed away to the corner of the shower. But when he appeared in the door frame, and his eyes fell on her, she swore he could see right through them. Chad leaned in and grabbed her arm, pulling her out of the enclosure.
"Please…Stop," she begged meekly, color rushing to her face. She couldn't scream for her voice seemed captured by his probing eyes.
"He seems to be very fond of you…" The tall Lake circled around her, scanning every inch of her. He stopped behind her. "Oh…what do we have here…?"
She felt his hand touch one of her scars and she quickly turned around and backed away, stopping when she hit the wall. "What do you want?" she asked, still keeping herself hidden with her limbs.
"Sensitive are we?" He approached, a sick smile on his lips. He cupped her cheek in his large hand and stared down at her. "There is something about you that's alluring. Maybe it's your innocence." His hand slid down to her neck. "Or maybe it's your fragility. It seems like you can be broken at any moment."
She turned her head away, visibly shaking now. Allison had no idea what his intentions were and did not want to find out either. She just wanted him to leave.
He grasped her chin and forced her to look back into his dark eyes. "What's the matter, my dear Allison? You seem…scared." The hand on her chin slid down to the arm covering her breasts.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked, holding her arm firmly to her chest. Though, if Chad wanted to, he could easily pull it away.
"I want to be the one that breaks you. I want to be the one that shatters your porcelain exterior and leave you with nothing but grief, if only to wound my brother and drag him back to the hell he somehow crawled out of." His voice was harsh, but whispered so that passer-bys wouldn't hear.
Allison didn't know what he was talking about. She didn't know what had happened to Brian in his past, but she had a strong feeling that Chad was somehow involved. She just looked up at him with questioning eyes.
Chad smirked at her gaze. "Oh? He hasn't told you yet?" He leaned down and drew in the fragrances of her freshly washed hair. "I was the one who ruined his life five years ago. I personally dragged him down and used him." He paused to draw her arm away from her chest. He replaced her arm with his hand, fondling her roughly. "I am a sick person, Ally," he whispered in her ear. He said it like he was proud of it. His bottom lip ran across her jaw, his other hand taking hold of her bottom and squeezing.
"Stop, Chad," she begged, closing her eyes tightly. Water had welled up in her eyes and her heart raced with anxiety. "Please…"
He chuckled. "You are so innocent...I would just love to take that away from you," he threatened. "And not just because it would tear my brother apart…no…I want you, Ally…"
Thankfully, a knock came to the door. "Allison dear?" It was Jenna.
Chad urged to her answer with a stern look and a tighter grip. She swallowed heavily. "Y-yes?"
"Dinner is ready. Come down when you're done."
Food was the furthest thing from her mind. She was sick to her stomach thanks to Chad and she couldn't even imagine eating. "Okay," she answered anyway. This was the only way she could get away from him. "I'm finished now and I'll be down in a minute."
"Alright, dear." Her footsteps faded down the hall.
Chad chuckled again. "Very smart of you, Allison." He removed his hands, but didn't move away. "Don't think this is the last of me," he said, knowing that she wouldn't say a word about what just happened because of her past. She had learned to keep things like to herself.
Ally swallowed and grabbed a towel, wrapping it about herself. She didn't bother turning off the water and just rushed away from him. In the guest room, Allison closed and locked the door, and leaned against the slab of wood. Sliding down to the floor, her legs pulled against her chest. Burying her head in her knees, she cried.
Brian watched as Ally just picked at her food, not once taking a bite of the pasta. She strangely kept her head down and her eyes on the slick noodles, staying quiet. This worried him. She seemed like she digressed back into the girl he met over a month ago. He nudged her with his arm and asked her if she was okay. She replied with a nod and a feigned smile, but he wasn't buying it. His eyes landed on Chad, who had a smirk on his lips.
Brian glared at him. "If you did anything to her…I swear…" He ended his thoughts when his mother spoke up.
"How was your trip, Chad," Jenna asked, trying to start another conversation.
The older Lake shrugged, turning away from his younger sibling. "Fine, I guess. The plane was delayed, so I had to sit in the terminal for an extra hour and the cab ride was…smelly…"
"Well," David started. "You did come early. If we knew you were planning to arrive a week early, one of us would have been able to pick you up." He curled the pasta onto his fork and put it in his mouth.
"I already told you that I couldn't wait another week. I had no where to live," Chad said, defending himself. "Besides, I wanted to see my brother so badly," he taunted.
"That makes one of us," Brian replied bitterly.
"Come now, Brian," David said. "Give him a chance."
The boy looked at Ally when she fidgeted. He turned his gaze back to Chad. "No," he replied.
"That hurts," Chad replied, not meaning it at all. He just loved getting a rise out of his brother. "And here I am, trying to treat you and your girl with kindness and respect and you won't even give me a chance."
With that statement, Brian saw Allison stop breathing for a moment and her eyes widen. He just knew something had happened. But what?
Allison placed her fork down. "I'm sorry. I'm not feeling well. Could I be excused?"
Jenna looked at her with concerned eyes. "Of course, dear. Why don't you go lay down? There is medicine in the guest bathroom if you need anything."
"Thank you," she mumbled, standing from her seat. She didn't even glance at Brian as she left the dining room.
"She is probably exhausted from playing basketball with you today, Brian," David said. "I can't recall anyone who could keep up with you. Not even you, Chad."
The said boy crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back in his chair. "I don't need to beat him in some foolish game just to prove that I am better than him." He smirked. "Besides, there are far more things that I am better at."
Brian growled. Chad was always able to find a way under his skin and he hated it. As he stared down his elder brother and his cocky smirk, anger continued to boil inside him. He wished he could just jump across the table and punch that smirk right off his face.
Jenna glanced at her husband. She knew that they were never going to get along, as did David. They were planning on just giving their son some money to start off with and have him leave. They, too, were not fond of their oldest son, but they loved him for being just that; their son.
Brian stood from the table. "I'm going to check on Ally." He glanced at Chad. "I want to make sure she is alright," he said pointedly. Turning away, he headed up the stairs and knocked on the closed guestroom door. He had been worried about her since dinner started and when he didn't hear reply, but rather, whimpering coming from the other side of the door, his worse fears came true.
Flinging open the door, he found the red-haired girl, curled up on the chair in the corner of the room. His heart sank when she looked up at him, tears staining her face. He approached, after closing the door, but stopped when she told him to stay back. It felt like he was just stabbed in the chest. "Baby?"
"I…can't stay…" She shook her head and tried to wipe away the endless tears leaking from her eyes. "I'm going home…"