Page 28 of Something Borrowed

Whether it’s love or obsession - or just the thrill of wanting to be with the one girl I can’t have - I don’t care.

I want her.

She belongs to me.

Sleep comes quickly because it’s been a long day and an amazing night. But my dreams are a messy, confusing, broken story of chaos.

In one I am chasing a car, running down the road screaming her name as she turns to look at me through the back window, tears streaming down her cheeks.

In another we are on an island, but the island is filled with snakes and we have to leave.

Some of my family are there, but they all hate me. In others it’s her father, setting fires and trying to keep her from me.

When I wake up in the morning, I’m not rested. I am heavy with emotion and confusion.

The only thing I’m sure of is that I want to see her.

Rolling over in bed I grumble, wishing I could close my eyes and go back to sleep for a few more hours, but once I’m awake, I can never go back to sleep. So, I throw off the blankets and head down stairs to make some coffee. I’m almost at the kitchen when I hear the front door slamming open.

“What the fuck?” I mutter to myself, walking through to see what the hell is going on.

Masaccio and Tuomo are standing just inside the doorway. Celso is standing behind them.

“Oh for fuck sakes.” I grumble, making my opinion on their presence here very clear.

“Why aren’t you answering your phone?” Tuomo demands.

I gesture towards where the phone is lying on the sofa. “It’s on silent, because I knew you assholes wouldn’t let me sleep tonight.”

“Do you understand you are making dangerous choices just chasing down some temporary thrill? You are risking everything for a little excitement.”

“It’s not temporary.”

“Are you fucking serious? This has to end. Right now.”

“Not happening.” I wave my hand in dismissal.

Masaccio takes a very aggressive step towards me and Tuomo steps in front of him blocking him off. “That will not help. We have to deal with the situation at hand - he safety of the family.”

“I want to kill him.” Mas snarls.

“Get in line.” I taunt him, walking back towards the kitchen because if I have to deal with this I need coffee. A double shot of expresso.

I should never have given them spare keys to my place. That was for emergencies. Not breaking and entering.

I want the coffee to taste amazing, but I’m too annoyed to enjoy it.

Sitting in the living room I’m listening to my brothers switch between telling me what a selfish asshole I am - and trying to make a pre-emptive plan against whatever Verity’s father is going to do when he finds out if he hasn’t already - which I’m sure he has.

I feel like I’m sitting in the middle of some twisted intervention.

They are each judging my life and my choices as though none of them have ever done a single wrong thing in the course of their existence.

While they talk back and forth between themselves I message Verity. Hoping they’ll just leave.

Me: Hi gorgeous, we’re famous. Is your dad furious? Are you ok?

Verity: He’s furious. He told me if I didn’t end it with you he was going to send me to Europe.

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