Stuck between two bad boys

EMILIA’S POV

I still can’t believe what I just saw. Oh! That literally happened yesterday and I thought it happen today.

Memories of how Devin had almost killed the other boy haunted my memories. Like, they were so cruel! It almost looked like they would fight to the death.

‘What kind of people even cheer comfortably to such!?’

I am still mad at Xavier for pulling me and carrying me over his shoulders like I was some kind of doll. Even up till this very moment, where I sat staring at the bathroom where he is taking his bath, I wonder how he found me.

Still pleaded I won’t have to tweak all those miles while I stare at Devin Kick a huge waste bin and Yelled in frustration or something that looks like that.

With the way he looked, it seems like he wanted to come to break me and Xavier came to my rescue. He was initially mad that he didn’t get me, if not, I would have been at the hospital with bandages around my neck.

Yesterday was a day I would never forget to hate for the rest of my life. Many things happening at a go and I can’t help but bite my lower lip and deeply inhale and exhaled to stop myself from sobbing.

Eva! That slutty white-chunky doll!!!

“I hate her!” I whispered through clenched teeth.

My browns flinched as I realized it wasn’t her I was supposed to hate but myself, and Xavier. I literally let him toy with my heart and let him kiss me. If I haven’t heard Mom’s voice, only God knows what I might be talking about now! Maybe it would be thinking about how I had let my stepbrother put his big cock inside of me and then put it in Eva.

Who knows where it had been and how many girls he had actually banged?

The thought of My stepbrother having intercourse with me made me inwardly cringe as I let tears flow freely from my left eye.

My parent’s new characters are something I really can’t tell about. The sudden love! Last night, Mum came to kiss my forehead and whispered goodnight into my ears. Something she hasn’t done for years. My stepdad, I noticed he had somehow withdrawn.

If only my Mum haven’t cheated on my birth father with my step, nothing like this would have happened. I won’t even know Xavier much more than sharing a room with him. Catching feelings for him to the point of letting him almost have sex with me made me want to puke on his face.

Xavier is taking much more than required in the bathroom and I have to prepare for school as well. Almost two weeks out from my four weeks of detention and I don’t know if I should be happy or sad. I hate staying in class! All the kids make fun of me and I can’t just keep trying to be a good girl.

If I fight back, they must get hurt or I will. Literally, the same thing that happened to Eva and her groupies, and here I am, sucking! Trying to stop myself from pretending to be sick so I would actually miss school today.

The last thing I want is to spend another second with Xavier all Tue way to school. I can’t even stand to see Eva without wanting to snap her neck or push her down the stairs, and that would only get me expelled.

I can’t tell if my family is poor now but to give them the unnecessary issues of getting me to another school would be hell for me too. If it was my birth father, I can tell him that I want to be homeschooled. I know he would do it even if he barely smile at me or look at my face.

Soon, I realized how long I have sat doing nothing while Xavier stay longer in the bathroom like he was in labor. Normally, he is supposed to be down in the car or eating breakfast and not stuck in the bathroom.

Seeing I can’t just stay there, I decided it would be okay to eat while he decide to get his sorry self out. That led me to make my bed and Xavier’s bed. I know how awkward it is but it’s a deal, at least for the days we have agreed until I finally finish my Detention, he will have to cover up for me.

As I walk to the kitchen, I remembered how he had lied about us deciding to take extra time to study and that made our parents proud. Clearly, Xavier was also trying to save his poor ass not just trying to cover up for me.

“Hey Mum,” I said to my mum in a low grumble as she made breakfast.Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

She replied cheerfully and asked me to set the table. I couldn’t help but smile when she set the corn flakes and milk in front of my favorite chair. I know it’s weird but I love the chair because it makes me comfortable and close to my stepdad.

Frankly, I took the chair because Xavier wanted it and I don’t want him to have wanted ever he wants so I took it.

Mum also set my lunch beside the plate as well as two bananas and one apple.

“How was your night, Emily” Mum tried to make a conversation as we put the finishing touch on the table.

“Was fine ” was all I said.

I heard her omit something that sounds like a grumble-yes before clearing her throat and smiling weirdly.

“Dad will join us soon,” She said as she began to eat from her mush potato. The first time we actually are a different meal at the same table.

“I don’t feel impressed Mom,” I said dryly “I can handle it, I am not a kid” I fought the urge not to roll my eyes.

“Dad and I thought about taking you to see an Anime since tomorrow is Saturday” Mum smiled “Drinks and popcorn on me” She added in a girlish manner.

I rolled my eyes mentally and suppressed a scoff. If not for the fact that I have corn flakes in my mouth, I would want to yell at My Mum for being too secretive.

“Just tell me why you are doing this?” I know I sound scared. I won’t be able to live if one of them dies.

My dull eyes searched my mother’s eyes but nothing came, it was just blank and scared. It left me wondering if she is sick at the point of death or if Dad is.

“Is any one of you about to die?” I said as tears filled my eyes “Is it Cancer?!” My throat clenched.

I dropped the spoon and pushed the plate away from me. My gaze was fixed as I restrain myself from hitting the open milk bottle beside my left hand.

“Mom!!!” I raised my voice.

“No one is dying” I heard Dad’s base voice.

If not for the older rhythm, would have said the son and father share the same voice. Speaking of the devil, Xavier took his seat opposite me and made sure to avoid my face.

“Did you get dumped by a girl in your dream, son?” Dad asked Xavier ignoring my questioning gaze.

Xavier grumbled his greetings to our parents before grabbing his plate and dishing his potion of mush Potato. his Dark gaze moved to my suspicious Parents but he made sure to ignore and avoid me sitting in the middle.

Their awkward silence killed me as they all kept giving me odd gazes. My parents talking to each other with their eyes is possible, I would have said they were mind linking but werewolves are just fiction. Xavier, on the other hand, was looking disturbed and worried, why am I even concerned about his worthless feelings?

“Dad!?” I called out unsure as I looked at my Mum’s scared face.

“It’s Dave” Dad blurted.

I faint gasp escaped my lips as I looked up to my parents before stopping my gaze on Xavier’s surprised face. He too didn’t expect why he just heard.

‘Why do I keep thinking about him!’

“You mean -”

“Yes!” Dad interrupted me “Dave Mill Johnson, your biological father” He cringes at the two last words “He wants to pay a visit soon”.