The most exhausting dawn of my life had just ended... Well not really I still had Brandon glaring at me which was never a good thing. The handcuffs — well the handcuffs... Am still wondering the same thing.

“When is this damnation coming off?”

“When I feel it's appropriate.”

“Appropriate?” I questioned. The lovers of torture had already begun their morning runs and sooner than later I wished I could just sink into the ground, why? Two words, Naomi and Ashley, the reincarnations of the devil were coming right at me and the devil's child was right beside me, apocalypse was nothing compared to what was in store for me.

“Hey Brandon” Ashley wiggled her worm hands in the air in a manner she believed was seductive but I believed... Well let's just say otherwise.

“And who are you?” her eyes fell on me like a deadly predator about to have a feast.

“Forget am even here” I smiled and wished the ground could just swallow me whole, Naomi hadn't even begun her speech and trust me that was the bombshell.

“Why are you hanging out with such? Brandy” Naomi gave me an irritating look which I didn't fail to return. Brandy! What a name, I could do better.

I didn't even need to hear the rest of the story, like the Wattpad stories he would probably deny my existence and the very fact that he had our hands linked together and then in a matter of a minute I would be the new laughingstock of Mallory high — I could already imagine the headlines, the stalking girl is back again and this time she goes to extreme measures... Then Naomi would probably upload the cutest picture of a handcuff to illustrate better.

“She's with me, why?” Brandon wrapped one of his hand on my shoulder protectively.

I couldn't say I wasn't dumbfounded and am sure Ashley and Naomi were too, cause their mouths seemed to be suffering from the inability to close.

“This is the point where you deny me!” I growled at Brandon in a whisper, I never play with fire and the last thing I need is Ashley's fierce hatred.

“Let's go honey bunny” he smirked, walking forward and away from the meanies.

Death glares were nothing compared to the shape of my eyes directed at Brandon.

“Do you just have this sudden goal to make my life miserable?”

“Don't give me ideas” he flashed me a puckish grin, his green eyes gleaming under the sunlight, for a moment I almost felt charmed by them but suddenly I remembered who they belonged to.

“Look Brandon I really want my freedom back” I sighed, “today was already exhausting enough.”

“And I really want my revenge... You don't just kick a guy's balls and expect to run Scott free.”

“Look brandy am sorry” I mimicked Naomi's voice in the most annoying manner I could.

“Never call me that” Brandon glared.

A light chuckle escaped my lips.
“But it sounds adorable”

“That's not the only thing
That's gonna sound adorable if you call me that again”

“Is that a threat?” I fired.

“Nope, it's a well deserved warning”

I glared at him, too tired to argue I rested my case.

We walked silently the rest of the way home and at my doorsteps I expected to see a key unlocking my bondage but there was none.

“Am home” I hinted to him, in case it had remained unnoticed.

“I know” he answered plainly.

I still stood there gazing at him for an encouraging movement but none.

“Aren't we going to walk in?” he asked and I stood there utterly confused, my dad would faint at the sight of a guy and my mom would probably kill him with her latest concussion, there was no way I was going to step into my chaotic home with a chaotic Brandon.
It was the simplest math' equation, chaos + chaos = more chaos.

“There's no way I'm stepping into my house with you!”

“Then we'll go to mine” he shrugged. “Or maybe even Casper's” he smirked.

How could he! That was an indirect threat, why did he have to be the best friend, walking into Casper's house meant embarrassing myself for life, so which is better... A dead Brandon or a humiliated Paige? I think you have to agree with me that a dead Brandon sounds a whole lot more tasty. 😉😏

***
“Am home!” I yelled and walked into the house bravely with Brandon right beside me.

“Where did you run off to?” dad yelled and walked out of the room and then came the bang.

Told you he wouldn't take it likely, Brandon's eyes widened at the sight of my currently unconscious father. “This isn't even the best part” I smirked at him. He gawked at me expecting to hear the worst part but I wasn't ready to spoil the surprise, he wanted to make me suffer, but he had no idea it was about to backfire.

“Aren't we meant to help him?” Brandon whispered to frightened to cross his boundaries.

“Nope, 5... 4... 3... 2... 1...”

“What the heck is he?” Dad screamed... And you, he was back to live.

“Am a boy” Brandon waved his hands in the air to attract my dad's attention but all he got was a death glare it was obvious that wasn't the answer he wanted even though it was the answer meant to be given.

“Am sorry sir, I was just about to leave” Brandon pointed his thumb at the front door behind him and immediately with our linked hands he turned to retreat.

“Where do you think you're going to young man” mother's shrill voice echoed as she walked out of the kitchen?

“Home” Brandon squeaked, hoping he would survive the agony he had thrown himself into.

“Not without trying my delicacy!” mother smiled and then Brandon's gaze fell on me as if expecting me to become his knight in shining armour but the scene was just too hilarious to spoil it with a rescue mission, besides he deserved it.

“Com'on dearie” mother pulled Brandon with her then her little eyes spotted the handcuff and her eyes questioned the sight.

“Juvenile” I smirked. Even if, I knew he had never been locked up in one.

“Oh my God!” father screamed and fainted once more.

Brandon's eyes grew even more terrified but mother gently tugged him into the dinning area, and we took our sits for the grand torture.

In a few minutes mother returned with her savory dish... Well maybe not too savory unless you think fried cockroaches are delicious then I guess it's savory enough for you.

Brandon stared at the dish like a terrified child, at least now he knows the ordeal I pass through every day.

“Com'on honey, it tastes like chicken” she smiled and took a large bite of the scary creation.

“I'm I really meant to -” “You know” he flashed me a confused look, like for a moment he had lost his self-confidence.

“Welcome to my world” I smirked at him.

“Mom, I don't think he has the same peculiar taste as yours” I couldn't believe I was trying to save the devil, he got himself into this mess, so he should get himself out of it.

But who was I kidding even if I was a devil I would want to be saved from this predicament no matter the cost, but I could only do what a girl could do and as father took his seat extremely close to Brandon it was already stamped in the heaven, ALL HOPE WAS LOST.

“So juvenile you say” Father began, trying to sound as calm as he could, but he had never had the talent of concealment, Not once.

“She was just bluffing” Brandon quivered.

“Oh I see” Father answered dryly and for a moment I actually felt pity for Brandon.

“I'm sure you both attend the same school”

Brandon answered with a soft nod. “Fine, I can't change that even if I wanted to but let me be frank I don't want you around my Paige”

“I don't even want to be near her” Brandon shivered and without warning I sent him a hard kick to the leg.

“Fu-” he gritted his teeth in anger, and at the same time fake smiling at my dad, pretending that he had not attempted to use a curse language on me.

“Cut the guy some slack” mother voiced as she finally walked in once more. “I for once actually like him”

“You do?” I unintentionally scoffed out.

“Your mother has always had a bad taste in men” father nodded sympathetically, I wanted to voice out the irony of the statement considering mother married him but then I held back.

“Well if you can excuse us” I gestured Brandon to get on his feet, Which he did even if it was in the most reluctant manner that I could ever imagine.

“Where are you guys off to?” Dad questioned and I answered him with my finger pointing to the direction of my room.

“You're taking him to your room!... Your room... Your room-” his voice growing fainter than the last until we heard the sound of the chair hit the floor, and we all could tell how it all went down.

****
“I must say you have an extraordinary family”

He placed his hand in his pocket, searching for the key to my freedom, it was obvious he had learned a valuable lesson from today and I hope it sticks in, people like Brandon never learn, and they end up jumping in a burning flame over and over again, forgetting how hot the fire was the last time.

After unlocking the link he began to feast his eyes on the sight of my room, even though they weren't much to feast on, I liked my room tidy so there wasn't many clothes littered around and as a lover of novels you can't imagine the number of books stacked on my shelves, books of authors who I couldn't help but admire like the likes of Sidney Sheldon, Ted deker, Dan Brown and lots more than I can recall. My room was painted pink, I wasn't a pink fan but it had a lot of reasons behind it.
And soon he took notice of the most peculiar thing in it — the presence of two pink coloured dressed beds when only one person belonged in the room.

“Do you have company?” he questioned.

“Nope” I answered, swinging my feet back and forth as I sat on the bed. “I've known you to be an only child” he raised his thick arched brows

“I never said I wasn't”
He stood silent for a while, maybe expecting an explanation, an explanation I didn't plan on giving, somethings were better left unsaid, they hurt less that way.

Sooner than later he realized that I had no plan of spilling the beans, so he took his seat on the bed of mysteries, we sat directly opposite each other with few words to say and none of us were willing to strike off the first conversation leaving the room in an awkward silence, a type of taunting silence, one that sincerely none of us liked.

“How did it feel to burn some fat?” Brandon smirked, for a moment I could feel my face soften, relieved that I was no longer burdened with the task of a conversation start up, cause truly I had nothing in mind.

“The next time you torture me in such manner you won't live to see another sunrise”

“Is that a threat?”

“No it's a fair warning” I grinned, remembering the response he gave to me last time.

After a soft laugh the moment of silence began again, I thanked the heavens it was Saturday and not a school day cause at this rate we won't be going anywhere.
Brandon had broken the first silence it felt only honorable for me to break the next.

“I must say you still have some decency inside your bones”

A wide grin grew on his face, “why do you say so?” he asked, it was obvious that this was the kind of conversation he liked — the type that could satisfy his enormous ego.

“We've been in this room silent for minutes and you haven't attempted, not once to get under my pants.

“I'm not that terrible” he defended. “Unless you want me to” his devious smirk was back on, his grin weren't far behind.

“I'm not interested in the likes of you” I proudly spoke even for a moment I actually felt timid but it was best not to let him see it,

He got on his feet slowly and began to close the gap between us, the room suddenly became hotter.

“Who turned the heater up?” I chuckled trying to lighten the mood but it was just a failed attempt, it was like I had given him the encouragement he needed.

He finally closed the gap between us, placing his hands on each side, caging me to his presence, my lips moved — moved like a child who had just begun to talk but in my case no words rushed out, and as his body drew closer to mine I could feel my eyes widen and as his firm hands grasped my waist my hands immediately clenched the bed spread, like a reflex action to his touch.

I never expected Brandon to have so much effect on me, no one ever took my mind out of Casper and for the first time I realized that Brandon did, cause in his presence Casper became the last thing on my mind.

Gently and tenderly he laid me on the bed, his hands directing every curve on my body, soon his control over me began to change from fascination to fear.

I wanted to pull away but I couldn't, I wanted to stop but I couldn't, I wanted to scream but his touch had rendered me mute.

Was I really going to lose it? To lose everything and was Brandon really the beast I thought he was? Even if I couldn't stop it, even if I couldn't control my body, couldn't he?, but with the fire in his eyes I knew he wouldn't and as he placed a kiss on my neck I found myself lost in a desire — a desire unknown to me, one I never knew I could feel.

“Please stop” I finally voiced out in a whisper, a whisper which escaped with moan.

For a moment I thought he wouldn't stop, he finally had the opportunity so why would he? But to my surprise he pulled back, he almost seemed human.

“Never say you don't want me” he instructed, my moan had been his championship cup, I had satisfied his ego in a manner I wish I didn't.

“I like Casper not you” I finally had the courage to speak but to him those were just mere words and for a second it seemed the same to me. I was playing with fire, a kind of fire I couldn't handle.

I had the best friend on top of me when all I wanted was the guy next door. Destiny had a weird way of playing with our minds but most of all our dreams. And as my thoughts swam, lost in an ocean. All it took was a soft knock on the door to bring my world crashing down.

“Paige! Casper is here” Mom screamed in a happy tone, she knew I liked Casper but for a moment it seemed she was uninformed of the fact that Brandon was right on top of me. Why today? Casper doesn't even know of my existence so why today, my eyes widened.

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