Page 34 of Red Obsession

“Oh, man, you are hilarious. I mean I might not be able to see your face, that I would be able to even see it well enough. Buuuuuut, yeah, you’re right, something is burning. But don’t worry.” Sobering up, she walks over to me. “It’s Gabriel, he doesn’t cook very well,” she says, shrugging her shoulders as if it’s no big deal.

“Red, I don’t think whatever I’m smelling is even edible.”

“I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

“It doesn’t smell like cooking. It smells like my house is being burnt down to the ground as we speak.”

My house could literally be burning down, and I couldn’t care less while she stands here in front of me.

She’s so fucking pretty.

“Your house isn’t burning… I don’t think so anyway.” Izel shrugs her shoulders once again. Turning on her heel, she walks away from me. “It’s only happened twice. I’m sure he learned his lesson…. Maybe.”

Maybe?

Izel is already walking down the stairs before it registers that she said maybe. That my house might be burning down right now.

I nearly trip over myself, running down the stairs into the kitchen. The smell of something foul fills the air. Izel stands off to the side watching Gabriel as he throws my now burnt pan into the sink before turning the faucet on.

“Ah, fucking hell,” Gabriel mutters under his breath. “Piece of shit, a goddamn piece of sh–”

“Gabriel, I know you’re not swearing,” Izel says hands on hips.

He swings around, glaring at her, then glaring even harder at the burnt food.

“I made you breakfast.”

“You made me breakfast?” she asks, a little surprised as if no one had ever made her food before.

“Yes, and I expect both of you,” he says making a point to look directly at me, “to eat all of it.” He narrows his eyes at each of us.

Izel doesn’t say anything about the rubbery eggs, blackened toast, or burnt to a crisp bacon. Instead, she pulls out a barstool, pulls a plate to her, and takes a large bite of eggs.

I can’t help but admire that she doesn’t think twice about pulling out a chair and eating whatever food he made. Even though there is no way any of that can be good for her, she continues eating it because her brother made it for her.

Pulling out the stool next to her, I grab the second plate, pull my mask up over my mouth and take a large bite of the toast. Thankfully, the mask covers my face but my eyes and mouth because this has got to be the worst piece of toast I’ve ever had.

“Thanks, Gabriel,” Izel says, shoveling more food into her mouth.

“Is it good?” he asks shyly.

Shoving the rest of the toast into my mouth, I don’t say anything. I’m afraid if he looks too hard at me, he’ll know this is disgusting. And if I make Gabriel sad, Izel is sure enough going to remove my balls. Izel nods her head before shoveling the rest of her eggs into her mouth.

“I don’t think he likes them.” He points at me.

Izel snaps her head in my direction, glaring at me. Telling me I better not say anything negative about his cooking or else. But I am also a shit liar when it comes to her, and I’m not sure I can lie about this degusting breakfast.

Izel elbows me, making me realize I haven’t said anything. Swallowing the very dry and disgusting toast.

“It’s good,” I mumble.

“Well, you're very welcome, mask boy.”

Izel giggles at what I'm assuming is the nickname he decided to give me. Which honestly is much better than whatever she’s been coming up with.

“It’s Zion,” I tell him.

If they are going to be living here, I need to put some type of trust. So, telling him my name is the first step. Plus, he is like the male version of Izel and talks too fucking much.

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