1 Cry when you get older

The sound of a bell ringing woke me from my sleep. I hated that sound, it reminded me of just how much my life sucked, ever since my mother died. Ever since my father had to go off and marry a fucking bitch and I had to be saddled with two unruly fucking step- brothers.

It wasn't fair that my father had to go die and leave me in the care of his stupid step-wife.

"Victoria wake your fucking ass up and make me my breakfast"

Zacky said from the stairs that led up to my room.

I stood and sighed he could be such a bitch in the morning. I put my hair in a bun and made my way down to the kitchen.

It would be eggs, bacon, and pancakes for him today; I pulled everything out and started to make his food. When it was done I made my way up to the second floor where his room was.

I knocked lightly on the door.

"Come in"

I twisted the knob and walked in careful not to drop the tray of food.

"Just sit it on my night stand." he said through a mouth full of toothpaste.

I walked over and sat the food down own the stand. As I turned back around a hand connected with my face. Tears stung the back of my eyes.

"Next time don't make me get up."

I made my way for the door and quickly ran out slamming the door behind me. I took my hand away from my face and told myself I wasn't going to cry over and over again. I wasn't going to waste any tears over that asshole.

I made my way to the kitchen to prepare Brian's food lucky I got the day off of making Marie's food she could be such a picky whench. I really didn't care about makings Brian's food it was easy and simple. I made my way into the kitchen and over to where the un-refrigerated fruits sat. I grabbed a banana, a apple, and an orangey. I made my way to the fridge to grab the strawberries and blueberries. After everything was on the table I began cutting and arranging everything neatly on a plate. I stuck some bread in the toaster oven and grabbed the jam, butter, and orange juice from the fridge. When everything was done I took the tray up to his room. I knocked lightly on the door, when no one said anything I knocked a little harder.

"What?" he said in a strange voice from behind the door.

"Breakfast." What a dumb shit as if he didn't know I would be coming.

"Come in."

I walked in and nearly dropped the tray I was holding making orange juice slosh on my hand. I stood frozen in the door way he was on the bed clothes less with a half naked girl's mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to bring my food over here." he said a smirk settling on his lips.

First Zacky slaps me and now this shit. I begrudgingly made my way to wear he was sitting his food on his nightstand and then quickly hightailing it out of there closing the door behind me. I wanted to wipe that stupid smirk off his face I could feel my face heating as my wandered to the scene again. I went back to the kitchen to make my self some food, I wasn't particularly hungry but I felt I should atleast eat something. I grabbed to eggs from the fridge and the bread from the pantry. I made myself two sunny side up eggs and toasted some bread. I sat my food on the table and went to the fridge to pour myself a glass of cranberry juice. I sat at the island in the center of the kitchen eating my food. As if on cue Zacky walked in, I groaned inwardly. I pointedly ignored him concentrating on chewing each bite of food 24 times. He sat his dishes down beside the sink and left. I let out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding. I took another bite of my toast and eggs.

"Thought I left didn't you?" he said from behind me his breath tickling my ear.

I choked on the food I had been swallowing, I quickly grabbed my glass and drank some of my juice. I glared at him from over the top of my glass, he stood there staring at me grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"What do you want?" I asked when my coughs had subsided.

"Just to let you know that I won't be here so don't worry about making me lunch."

"Ok then."

I returned to eating my food after he left the kitchen making sure he left this time.

As I was finishing up eating a shirtless Brian in midnight blue silk sleeping pants walked in. My face began heating up I hid behind my hair images from his bedroom danced in front of my eyes. I shook my head and grabbed my dishes to take over to the sink when I ran into Brian's muscular tattooed chest. Remnants of my breakfast stuck to him I stared up at him hating how he suddenly had a twinkle in his eyes. He crossed his arm over his

chest, his arm muscles bulging out. A smirk played on his lips.

"Clean this up and come up to my room." he walked away from me before I could say anything.

I cleaned up the food and juice slowly making my way to his room. I stood outside his door debating to go in or not I definitely did not want to walk in on another bedroom sex scene.

"If you're worried about the girl I sent her home."

I let out a squeak and turned around he stood behind me a with a smirk placed on his lips. I was worried about a lot of things and I really didn't want to be here at the moment.

"Are we going to stand here and stare at each other or are we going to get down to business" he said reaching around me to open the door.

I wasn't moving from my spot and I think he figured that because he pushed me inside the

room and kicked the door closed with his foot.

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