Amelia's POV: 

I just heard something upstairs. 

To be totally honest, Josh is pretty nice to me. 

I heard a knock on the front door, so Josh went upstairs and now I can hear voices, but it's too muffled to make out what they're saying. 

I can't tell whose voice it is. 

Right now, Zeke is watching me. Well, more like babysitting me. 

Josh and I were talking about his adoption and his sister and about our childhoods. It turns out, Josh is my brother! My parents never told me. I didn't know I had a brother. My parents had been lying to me, for years. Wow! 

Josh is pretty nice. To me, at least. 

How did he find me, though? 

Zeke keeps starring at me. Like, I'm the last slice of pizza in a box. 

I don't know why. 

It's kind of freaking me out. 

"Zeke, why are you staring at me like that?" I asked. 

"I don't know," he said. Umm ok?

"Why can't you guys just let me go?" I asked. Hoping he would actually answer my question. 

"Because," was all I got. Two syllables. That's it? Seriously?

"Because why?" I asked. 

"Because I said so." He said. 

"Jerks," I mumbled under my breath. 

"What was that?" He asked, while walking towards me. 

"N-nothing" I said, hoping he would leave me alone. 

"No. You said something! Tell me what you said!" He demanded.

"Fine! I said 'Jerks!' Okay? Ugh!" I said, well more like shouted. 

He walked closer to me. Right now, he looked pissed at me. 

He grabbed my arm, tightly and started twisting it. "Ow!!" 

He just smirked at me, and laughed. "Let go!!" 

"Nope!"

I started crying. 

I opened my mouth, I was about to scream when he covered my mouth with his hand. "Mmm-mmm, hmm hmm hmm mmm" was all that escaped my mouth. 

He chuckled. 

I struggled to get out of his grip. He was way stronger than me. 

'Help!' Was what I wanted to scream, but it was no use. I was trapped. 

He finally let go of my arm. But, kept his hand over my mouth. "Mm hmm!"

He smiled. 

Why is his smile so cute? Ugh! 

He sat down in front of me, on the cold basement floor. 

I frowned. He smiled again. 

I rolled my eyes at him. 

"Don't roll your eyes at me! I don't take that type of disrespect." He said. 

"Hmm mmm mmm" 

"What?" He asked. I could tell he was confused. 

I moved my hand up to his hand that was still on my mouth.

 And I used my hand to pry his hand off of my mouth. 

"I said... I don't care." 

He just rolled his eyes. 

"Don't roll you eyes at me! I don't take that type of disrespect." I said, mocking him. 

I laughed. He frowned. 

He began to lean in to kiss me. 

What the—

"Stop!" I said. 

"Nope, sweetheart." 

"Don't call me that!" I said.

"I'll call you anything I want to." Zeke said. 

I frowned, he smiled.

What's with all of the smiling and frowning? Oh my gosh! 

He kissed me! 

He was not a bad kisser. But, I wish that didn't just happen! 

Please tell me this is all a dream. Please tell me that I can just wake up in bed, to the smell of freshly cooked bacon. 

He wouldn't stop kissing me, so I pushed him. 

I quickly stood up from the floor. 

He got up, as well, and walked  towards me. He looked mad again. 

"Why you little—" Be began to say, but he was quickly cut off by the sound of me punching him in the face. 

I panicked. I didn't know what else to do.

He slapped my face, really hard. 

I winced in pain. 

I did the thing that most girls do in a situation like this, I kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. 

He fell to the ground. 

He groaned in pain. 

I smiled. 

He tried to get up, but he was a little wobbly. Once he finally managed to stabilize himself, he swung his hand at my face. He got it. He got what he wanted. 

"Ow!!" I screamed out in pain. 

He laughed. 

"I win!" He said. 

I frowned...again.

I fell to the ground. I looked up at him, with hatred in my eyes. My hand cupped my now swollen cheek. 

He wiggled his eyebrows a little and he smirked. 

He walked over to the mini fridge and freezer and handed me a small ice pack. 

I took it and placed it on my cheek. 

"Aren't you going to thank me?" He asked. 

"For what? Almost dislocating my jaw?" I said, in an annoyed tone. 

"Ugh! You're so cute when your annoyed." 

What is wrong with him? I asked myself. But, my mind quickly answered for me: Everything.