STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Chapter 37

Scarlett's POV

"She was so desperate to have someone... to be fucking owned, it made no difference when they started hitting her. I shouldn't have been surprised that it wouldn't make a fucking difference when they started hitting me. But, you know how fucking naive kids are"

He laughs mirthlessly, before he runs a hand down his face.

"She told me not to 'bother' my father with it. He wouldn't understand. He'd be mad at me. He'd be mad at her. Used the fact she loved him still as a weapon. And kids, we'll do almost anything for our parents"

"Oh my god, Oliver. I'm so sorry"

You reach for him, despite the way he flinches, resting your hand on his forearm, rubbing gently with your thumb as if your touch can ease his pain.

"She should've protected you"

"Yeah, well... cant change the past"

"No. I guess you cant..."

You drag a frustrated hand through your hair, as you pull your other hand from his arm, resting it in your lap. Overwhelmed with the urge to pull him into you arms, you busy your hands, aware that he's on edge and it's probably not the smartest thing to do right now.

Years and years of pain... no amount of words I say will change that.

"Is this boyfriend, Rick, the one who's been with her the longest?"

Oliver nods, and pulls the car to a stop in front of an unfamiliar house.

Shit we're here. Did Kirk make it yet?

You scan the street, searching for kirks car, unease setting over you as Oliver pulls the keys out of the ignition.

"Oliver, I-I don't think you should do this"

"He wants to fucking hit helpless women. I'm not going to just sit back and take it. Not anymore. And my moms not here to stop me this time"

You're unnerved by the frigid look in his eyes. Emotionless. Remorseless. He doesn't care what happens. Doesn't want to fucking think about it. Just wants to act, as all of these abusive men have in the past.

Damnit, where the hell is kirk?

You dial him again, watching as Oliver stalks towards the front door.

I do? I should stop him. Throw myself in his damn way if I

twist the knob, frowning when you hear shouting coming from inside. You push open

Oliver looks pissed.

move from Olivers ripped back to the

a striking calm as

put your hands on women? She's in

spot at the ferocious tone of Oliver as he sets forward, vengeance lined along the

you put your hands on

"Really, Oliver?"

fuel to the fire. Oliver tilts his head, challenging stepping

mother is in the hospital because of her

its almost like

press a

it. Don't let him get in your

make sure to level your gaze on Rick, a look of

women and children. He's pathetic, and not worth

mouth to come to your

liquid on the table. He reaches for it, raising it to his lips, taking a large gulp

to stop them from flighting. All

damn house soon, but luck hasn't been on your side in the past, so you doubt

"Already drinking, Rick?"

fucking good. Wont

with one swift movement, Oliver smacks the glass out of Ricks hand. The murderous

done with you and your bullshit. My

is done with me when

directed at Oliver despite the

whore can get the fuck out of this house. Out of my house!

Shit, shit, shit.

your hold, eyes darkening, frenzied breath coming out of his mouth as he raises his fist and swings. Someone screams. Blood spattering. A deafening crack fills the room

Oh no. God.

"Oliver!"

expression on his face as he directs you to

go to

legs move. Your limbs remain sill, keeping you locked in the spot you are as you watch Oliver lose control. With each

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