Page 69 of A Foster Fling
I shriek a little when I feel the warmth of his body behind me, making me almost topple over my dresser, the edge of the drawer jabbing me in the gut.
“What the hell, Jaiden?” I screech.
“Did you send them after me?” His pupils are blown out, making his eyes look pitch black.
“What? How can you eventhinkthat? What the hell is wrong with you?”
He steps closer, his hair still dripping from the shower. There’s no more blood on his face, but his eye is getting puffier.
“Did you?You fuckinghateme, right? I see the way you look at me. Did you send them?”
I’m pissed. Shoving at his shoulder, he takes a step back, just enough for me to turn and avoid his damn eyes, rummaging through my drawer for those damn sweatpants. This is getting crazy. I’m standing here in my damn panties and tank, wondering if these stupid sweatpants have walked off on me, when I feel him press behind me again.
His warm breath on my neck gives me goosebumps.
“I wouldn’t put it past you, princess.”
I explode. My fist collides with something and it’s not enough to quell my temper. Jaiden dodged just fast enough for me to punch his fucking neck instead of his face. I grind my teeth together and stare daggers into him.
“Don’t fuckingcallme that!”
“Why not?Hecalls you that all the time.”
I lunge. We’re grappling on the floor, and he uses his weight against me, but I’m quicker because I’m smaller. Our tangle of limbs must make a sight—chocolate, vanilla swirl as we both start to fight for dominance in this battle.
Of course, he gets the upper hand. Why did I think any differently? Jaiden has put on at least one more foot and fifty more pounds this past year, hitting a growth spurt. Where we once stood the same height, he now towers over me.
He twists his limbs around me and flips me onto my back, slamming my head onto the carpeted floor of our bedroom with a loudthud. His naked chest is damp against my tank top and his legs have pushed mine apart, pinning me to the ground.
We’re both panting from the energy exertion and rage but suddenly there’s a new heat in the room. Baring my teeth at him, I try to buck him off but he’s too heavy for me. My body tires and Jaiden doesn’t say a word. I must be seeing things, because when his eyes dart to my mouth for a second, my lips part and my heart begins to beat out of my chest. There’s a moment of silence between us, and finally, Jaiden breaks the awkwardness by shoving my shoulders away from him as he stands up and walks to his side of the room. We both dress in silence, not turning to look at each other, pretending the other does not exist as we take out our schoolwork and scatter it on our beds.
The door downstairs opens, and I jump at the sound.
“We’re home!” Our parents shout out.
“We’re up here!” My voice wavers a little, but I think I sound normal.Why wouldn’t I?Nothing happened. Just my jerk brother being himself and me trying to get some homework done.
Jaiden doesn’t say a word or look anywhere other than his schoolwork when our parents walk by our door to ask how our day went.
Chapter Two
Jaiden
It took a good week before my swollen eye went down.Fuckers got me good.I’ve already mentally taken down everyone’s names in my mind. It repeats on a loop like a voice in my head, driving me insane.
Dad gave me shit. Of course, he did. When he asked Melanie what happened, she said she didn’t see anything. Why is she like this? Why didn’t she tell him anything? What is she playing at? She’s got something up her sleeve, I just know it. I gotta keep a closer eye on that sister of mine.
You mean you just want to watch her ebony skin as she gets ready for school in the morning.
Shut up!
What the hell is wrong with me? Why doesn’t the voice in my head sound like me at times? I might be going crazy, but it’s only because of this stupid life and everything it’s put me through.
“Jaiden!” A feminine voice calls out.
Fuck.
I walk faster and let my hoodie cover me even more.