Answer me Goddamit Four voice boomed to the point when even I wanted to shrink away into the sofa and pretend like I didn’t exist and wasn’t about to witness my second murder. In all the times I have witnessed Four get pissed I’ve never seen his bloody veins pop out as such, I thought he was about to burst as his face now mere inches from his brothers.
His chest was bouncing up and down rapidly as he practically seethed anger, his question he already knew the answer to.
All that could be heard in the next few seconds was Fours heavy breathing as he raised his hand towards Dylan who remained silent his eyes adverting everywhere but to Fours eyes. He shrunk in his shoulders almost as if he was already giving up this fight. Fours large hand collided with Dylan’s shoulder and he began to squeeze hard as his knuckles began turning white and Dylan’s eyes squeezed shut.
I closed my eyes for a brief second, all I wanted to do was to push past them and pretend Four wasn’t about to kill his little brother but I couldn’t. It was my fault.
Four, please- I began my voice coming out more shaky than I had expected, I wanted to use a stern voice so he would listen to me and take me seriously but I didn’t know how this was going to turn out. Was he going to go back to the Four he was before ?
I braced myself for Fours anger to transfer over to me from getting involved in his argument. When Four was enraged from past experience I know almost nothing could calm him, especially not my intervention it would only anger him more.
His other hand that was free swerved to grab ahold of my waist and pulled me to the other side of him so I was no longer between the two boys but was standing behind Four his broad shoulders blocking me from Dylan’s view.
Bedroom. Now Fours tone growled out as he didn’t let his eyes meet mine once as his hand pushed me towards the bedroom door.
I opened my mouth to object to his orders, I wasn’t going to let him speak to me like I was a child plus I’m pretty sure he will thank me later for not causing internal damage to Dylan. He was acting if it wasn’t any of my business but Four murdering his brother over one stupid bloody kiss that I can barley even remember was my business.
I kissed him ! I exclaimed as Dylan’s wincing started to become louder until Fours back in a quick movement swerved around his deep blue eyes now fully disappeared replaced by bright cold gold ones eventually meet mine.
Fours eyes roamed my face as it scrunched up in anger before his eyes left mine and forced their way back to his brother. His anger now seemed to increase as his other hand made the way to the back of Dylan’s neck as groans of pain erupted from Dylan.
I quickly jumped backwards as Four swirled around this time in his grip a slumped over Dylan as he began taking long strides down towards the elevator at the end of the corridor.
Shit, nothing was working, he was going to kill his little brother.
Four, listen to me it was me Dylan didn’t do anything wrong- I began to ramble my voice wobbling as I followed Fours long strides down the corridor, I didn’t know what to say that would make it better.
I guess my rambling did nothing to lessen the situation but rather push Fours temper even further as he reached the elevator his fist basically punching the button as he kept his back turned from my view holding a silent Dylan in his hand.
Stop fucking talking Emily. Get in that bedroom before I do something that I will regret Four spat out keeping his back turned from me as the elevator opened and he quickly pushed Dylan’s limp and now soundless body in front of him.
His voice came out calm it scared me more than him shouting, this was Four. He was a monster, this morning ? Probably an act, Dylan’s voice was ringing in my head ‘Kill or get killed’. Who was I trying to fool myself ? I was even stupider than I thought.
I opened my mouth in hope to knock a little bit of sense into Four before he did something he regretted but within a second the elevator doors had slammed shut and the two brothers were out of my sight.
Shit. This was my fault, completely my fault. WhAt did he mean he would do something he would regret ? I couldn’t stay up here and just wait for him to come back with news on whether he killed his brother or not.
I don’t care that right now every time I look at Dylan I want to vomit I don’t want to see him seriously hurt, maybe a punch wouldn’t be so bad but Four doesn’t know how to stop at one punch.
My eyes flashed on the elevator button my hand reaching out before I quickly pulled it by my side again. If I went down there Fours madness would explode, he would go mental if I followed him. His anger would transfer to me and then back to Dylan and it wouldn’t end well for anyone. But maybe if I could talk to him For a minute, a few seconds and maybe I could get him to think wisely.
Before I could rethink and doubt my stupid decision making process I press on the button, no matter how much I think Dylan deserves a hit or two I couldn’t let Four do this.
I closed my eyes attempting to slow down my heart beat as the elevator descended downwards. My stomach dropped as we got closer to the first floor which seemed to take double the length of time it usually does.
Where was Fours mum and dad ? Would they not want to see their son live another day ? I took a deep breath, my mind was going into overdrive as I prepared myself to be faced with a possibly bloody Dylan. It was one kiss, nothing to kill somebody over.
Before I realised the elevator doors dinged open and I stepped out my eyes roaming the empty room before I spotted threw a window a crowd of people but they were blocking my view.
I didn’t hesitate before I rushed to the door which was already open however outside was littered with people, tall wide women and men covered the outside that I was only able to step one foot outside.
I felt wetness below my feet only to realise that the only thing that covered me was one of Fours t shirts and a pair of fluffy socks.
I shook my head as I raised myself onto my tippy toes, this wasn’t the time to be thinking about my outfit choice or myself for that matter. I attempted to scan my surroundings but was unable to see past the chests of the people around me when it dawned on me, I was surrounded my werewolves.
Why weren’t they doing anything ? Why were they just watching this play out before them ? Surely Four didn’t have that much of a hold over these people.
I stopped for a second, I’ve never been so close to this many before, not without Four anyway. I felt my heart race quicken slightly as I realised I had no one to protect me now, Four was overthrown by anger my safety was probably the last thing on his mind. I shut my eyes, my safety wasn’t important, Dylan’s was, it was my selfishness that got him in this position in the first place, I couldn’t let him get hurt over me.