Married To The Wrong Brother

ood-wet floor and echoing off the cold stone walls, and

hands hovering over my arms, afrai

read

of me like he was memorizi

ouldn't let

. "Who the fuck did this to you?" He tore the gag from my mouth, and his jaw ticked like he was f

cted before my mind could explain it wasn't him. My brain was spli

Just seeing his face... those piercing blue deep-set with a constant hint of intensity, that jaw...they made my hear

I almost sobbed. His thumbs brushed away tears I didn't know

ed pas

ing?" His voic

h parted, but

pressed against mine and his breath

ps qu

is fists curled at his sides like he was holding himself back from smashing something to dust. There was a twitch in his eye, and God

ed through acid. My soul was tainted. He didn't know what had happened, and I couldn't

years in minutes. I loved him, but that love felt self

d, and I noticed

trained whisper. "What the fuck! How'd y

followed

or near my foot, enough to ma

more than my thighs were. Instead, he walked around and couched beside the one who ha

stood still for a second, his blue eyes went wide

head, walked str

d brimstone to burn the moon for witnessing you like this. I'll crush the Salvatores. Every last one. Please, please, don't cry. I'll clean it all up before anyone sees. I swear on my life, R

e the pain. He watched me, waiting for me to sp

me as he sat me upright. His warmth was the only thing keeping me fr

the wor

uldn't cry for them. What kind

he only ones who hurt me, and I couldn't say i

ke a word. I still felt the blood that stuck under my nails while he pounded into me. The blood on my dress and in my mouth. I remembered his breath on my cheek

ything, I couldn't. I saw what that

air struggled to take its usual pat

ldn't feel them anymore. His velvety voice poured down o

my ribs that it caused my entire body to fold

Dom f

you. Shhh. Don't cry, baby, I've got you,

rked

ack for me as he pulled me up from th

ilent, burning it

I wasn't th

ething. I wished he woul

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pen, and the page beneath me w

ice called out again,

ing a line across the page as I blinked,

oaked. "What

ady strutting halfway into the room, swaying in her satin pajama shorts, one

ning?" She knotted

t the chanc

e you c

s at the bed, crouching sli

ho made you cry, they're getting clipped. I'll drag Nelly and Doris

na, please. My best friends had nothin

best friends are supposed to be protecting you when I'm not around. You don't know how to bark at nutheads