Sophie POV.
After my girls night with mum I was feeling a little better, not much, I was still a bit confused. She doesn’t mind me and Victor being together, isn’t that just plain weird, the next morning I was kicked out of her room so Fred can come shower and change for the day.
I changed into some sweats and went down to the kitchen for breakfast, my brothers were there, all of them except Victor, they seemed to be tense. I said my good morning and took my seat next to Sammy, he tensed away once I sat I didn’t understand why.
Alvin offered me a plate with pancakes with a kind smile before turning around and finish cooking. Mom and Fred came in next, we all ate breakfast with Victor missing, I just wanted to ask where is he? Is he okay?
But I kept my question to my self and sat quietly, once breakfast was over I decided to go out for a walk, getting some fresh air. I was just wandering around when I heard a strange sound, I looked behind me but saw nothing weird. I just kept walking not really caring when I heard a growl, a dog maybe, I looked around and saw a wolf.
I start to walk away slowly trying my best not to get the wolf’s attention to me, the plan worked and I made it away, close to the house. I was almost there and ready to walk in when a very angry Victor came toward me, he looked furious.
“What are you doing out here?” he asks through gritted teeth.
“Uhh just walking around,” I say feeling like a child getting scolded.
His respond was a growl, a real growl at me, what’s wrong with him.
“Didn’t Alvin tell you not to get into the wood?” he asks through gritted teeth, I shrug well maybe he did I can’t remember.
“How did they let you out alone” he asks again and I get enough with him, I’m not a child.
“I can walk around alone thank you very much” I say and try to turn around to leave but he doesn’t let me go, he pinns me against the wall. His hands caging me, I shrunk on myself trying to get away.
Victor take a deep breath but then expire it next to my neck, I try to push him away, he’s in my personal space but he won’t budge.
“Victor get away” I say trying to push him with both my hands but it’s like pushing a wall, it won’t move.
Instead he got even closer to me, his nose is in my neck now and I scream, he’s scaring me.
He pull away and looks around searching for a danger, when he found nothing he turned back towards me.
“Victor get away” I say and I’m sad to say, my voice did shake.
“NO” was his simple reply.
Having enough of this I close my hand into a fist and try to punch him the face, in the movies they never show how hurt it does, or when the said person screams in agony.
“Fuck Sophia, are you okay?” Victor says while I scream, I think I broke my fingers.
He hold my hand with me crying and screaming, all this pain is sending me straight to my little space. He drags me crying and all inside the house, the others boys run toward the kitchen to see what’s the commotion is about.
“She tried to punch me and hurt herself” Victor explains.
Two minutes later my hand was wrapped with ice and I was still sobbing, only this time I’m cryint against Victor’s chest.
“I’m sorry baby girl” he whispers while patting my head.
“Next time you want to punch him just call one of us” Kyle says with a sarcasm.
I just give him a glare and ignore him, I finally stopped crying, my hand really hurt, Alvin checked it for me and said there’s no breaking, still he wrapped it and gave me two Tylenol pills.
I was calm now, calm enough to notice Victor is the one holding me, that I’m practically sitting on his lap, I lose it again. I jump out and take few steps back.
“Stay away from me” I yell at him, he’s back to growling at me, he’s eyeing me with a dark look.
“Careful little girl” he warns me but I don’t stop.
“What’s wrong with you!” I yell, my other four brothers still watching us.
“You can’t avoid me Sophia” he says through gritted teeth, he looks like he’s holding back, I don’t really care.
“I can do whatever the Fuck I want” I yell back at him.
“You belong to me” he says in a whisper getting closer to me.
“Fuck you” I say and I lift my hand, to hit him again not learning my lesson, he catch it before it makes contact and that’s when my mother come in the kitchen.
She looked at me with wild eyes, before her look turned to just mad, great.
“Sophia Marie Nightshade, what do you think you’re doing” she scold using my full name.
“Mama it’s…. he’s…” I try to explain things but she won’t allow me.
“Save it! You don’t try to hit anybody in this house, you don’t curse!” she scolds and now I’m screwed.
“Consider yourself grounded, go to your room” she scold again and I run out of the kitchen, embarrassed, in pain, and crying.