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 should stop him. Throw myself in

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

Oliver looks pissed.

ripped back to

a striking calm

think it's fucking fun to put your hands on women? She's

frozen in your spot at the ferocious tone of Oliver as he sets forward, vengeance lined along the tense muscles of

stop me anymore, Rick. Let's see you put your hands on me now, asshole. Since you're so big

"Really, Oliver?"

condescending, gritty tone adds fuel to the fire. Oliver tilts his head,

mother is in the

control... its almost like he's fucking

move, binging you to Oliver's side where you press a gentle hand against his chest, your fingers drifting over the muscles of

Don't let him get in

gaze on Rick, a look of disgust

hit women

just another mouth to come to

hiccups, as he moves his eyes from you to the glass of brown liquid on the table. He reaches for it, raising it to his lips, taking a large gulp before groaning satisfied as he swallows. Oliver scoffs, and goes to move forward. You press your body against his side

able to stop them from flighting. All Rick is doing is coxing Oliver to fucking

Kirk will come jogging into the damn house soon, but luck hasn't been on your side in the past, so you

"Already drinking, Rick?"

good. Wont

tilts his glass to Oliver, and with one swift movement, Oliver smacks the glass out of Ricks hand. The murderous tension in the room thickens enough to

you and

me when I say she

his face directed at Oliver despite the

get the fuck out of this

Shit, shit, shit.

Oliver's gaze that Rick has hit a cord. Oliver pushes past your hold, eyes darkening, frenzied breath coming out of his mouth as he raises his fist and swings. Someone screams. Blood

Oh no. God.

"Oliver!"

a firm expression on his face as

go to the

spot you are as you watch Oliver lose control. With each swing of his arm,

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