STEPBROTHER (R-18)

Scarletts P.O.V

You stand at the bottom of the stairs, tears stinging your eyes as the image of his sad anger flashes in your mind. You hate seeing him so broken. Just the way he was when you first ever noticed the black eye his mothers boyfriend gave him. For someone to hurt him like that... it makes your blood boil.

I have to go with him. I have to. I wont let him go through this alone.

You're so angry, you swipe at your frustrated tears and gasp when you notice your mother standing at the top of the stairs, staring at you. That's when you realise you're naked, in just his t-shirt, and he's just barged through the house shirtless and with his hair disheveled.

"Scarlett... what the hell is going on? Are you-"

Your mother swallows, unable to say the question unbidden in her mind.

"Are you and Oliver... sleeping together?"

The horror in her tone confirms she already believes it, she just wants to hear you say it, and despite your own fear and guilt, you don't have time to deal with her over emotional bullshit. Not when you have to catch up with Oliver, and stop him from doing something incredibly reckless.

I don't have time for this shit.

"It doesn't matter! I have to go!"

"It does matter! Are you and Oliver having sex?"

"We are having sex. I'm a fucking adult mom! I don't need your dam lecture right now. I have to go find him"

"Oh my fucking god.. Kirk!"

"Yeah, grab Kirk. That'll help. Its not going to fucking change anything!"

You twist on your heels, jogging back to your room to pull your dress back on. You grab a pair of sneakers, pulling them on quickly before you swipe your phone and begin to jog back towards the stairs.

"Scarlett, you need to stop and talk to me right now"

You ignore your mother at the top of the stairs, pushing past her and Kirk.

"Scar? Scar!"

"I-I have to go. Will you drive me to the hospital?"

Bri nods frantically, mumbling a quick apology to your mom and Kirk before she swipes her keys from the table beside the door and you both file outside toward her car which is parked out front of the house.

"What the fuck is going on? Did your mom catch you?"

"Yes. Yes. But that doesn't matter!"

You hop into her passenger seat with shaking hands. You fumble with your seatbelt as she climbs in the car and turns the key in the ignition. You glimpse at her, hating how she frowns with concern.

She is wasting time. I have to go there.

"Doesn't matter? Your mom just found out your fucking her boyfriends son, and you don't care?"

"Bri... I have to stop Oliver from doing something stupid. His mom is hurt, and he's driving to the hospital"

"What is he going to do?"

"Nothing yet. I need to make sure it stays that way"

"Okay, okay. I'll get you there"

seat for decades.

with him if he's abusive?

the hell do kids need to clean up their

quick unsure reply, but it wasn't a question directed at her. You spent your life cleaning up the unstable messes your mother put you in. Bouncing from home to home. Never having a place to safely rest your head. Not until you got older and

always made

to have to feel

for him to yourself. Apart from all the games and all the sex, and all the bullshit, you genuinely have strong feelings for him. Your heart aches just at the thought

"Scar, we're here"

your thoughts you didn't realise you're in front of entrance C of the

you need me

He has his car. And hopefully a

thought I saw him wearing one.

and it would probably be unwise

"I'll text you, Bri"

the door shut, and take hasty steps towards the doors. You hear him before you see

Fuck! He's shouting.

the hallway, eyes widening when you find him shouting at the

son. I want

"Oliver!"

his gaze from the woman behind

are you doing here,

"What's going on?"

"I cant see her"

the middle of an exam. Once she's done

be okay. We just

"Fucking bullshit"

his fist against the counter. Taking a deep breath, you place your hand on his arm, and offer him

and then you can go back,

"Fuck getting into trouble..."

mad.

page Dr. Quintin and let her know you're

"You do that"

"Thank you"

seats

Oliver.

don't fucking

that... but I'm sure she is, and getting pissy with the receptionist is hardly the way to get

going to kill that

rage. It consumes him in a way that steaks your breath, and makes your chest ache. His pain is potent. Aged and amplified with years. You know nothing you say will lessen it, but that

I get you something? From

"No"

I'm going to grab

him distance for a second to collect his thoughts. Ive never seen him this

glancing back at him to find him worth

about her. Even though she's been a shitty

and not only are you trying to derail a psychotic Oliver, your mother is probably going out of her

imagine what her and Kirk are saying... I don't know how this is

soda. With a firm shake of your head,

Must be the doctor.

from his seat. The woman casts her eyes to