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CHAPTER 34: the air reeks of that fucker

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There was an uncomfortable feeling when I arrived in school that morning. It was thick enough that you could cut through it with a knife. Something bad was going to happen and even though I didn't know what, I had a feeling I was going to find out soon.

Walking into school, I expected the place to be turned upside down, but the halls were filled with students getting on with their usual routine. The feeling didn't subside though and as I headed to my locker to get my folder out, Cass comes running to me. She was out of breath as she held onto my arm in a tight grip. I stared at her as if she was crazy whilst she tried to control her breathing.

"Oh my god, Brielle. You have to help me. Owen's out of control," she told me, her voice quick as she looked at me with worry laced in her features. Always trust your gut, I thought.

"What happened? Cass, what's Owen done now." oh god, I can only imagine. I don't even want to know. I'd dread to know. I've seen how Owen is when he's 'out of control'. It wasn't a pretty sight and to be honest, I'd be glad to make it out alive in his presence when he's like that. His brother could probably reel him in a bit, but we would have to restrain him from killing someone. Anyone would describe him like a wild dog or a wolf. An animal who is vicious and dangerous, but in reality, loves snuggles and belly rubs. I'm just kidding. Well, I was kidding about the belly rubs...

...I think.

"I think you need to see for yourself." I let her pull me along quickly to a part of the school with students crowding around some people. I heard the familiar shouts of Owen and when I caught a glimpse of him, he was shouting and pointing at the wall behind him with a distressed look in his eyes. The other guys were trying to stop him from his raging phase as I stared in pure horror. I've never seen Owen this pissed off before. Out of instinct, my arms pushed people out of the way as I made my way over to Owen, whose eyes soon met mine. He stopped shouting for a second before his eyes softened.

"Brielle," he breathed out, his arm dropping from the wall as I looked from him to the wall behind him. The message was written in what looked like black spray paint because the stench was still strong, stinging against my nose.

'THERE'S HELL TO PAY WHEN YOU MESS WITH ME, BOWERS. THAT MESSAGE WAS PURE COWARDICE AND VERY SOON I WILL GET MY HANDS ON THE TOWN AND ON THE BLONDE BITCH YOU'RE FUCKING. - L.O'CONNOR'

My shaking hand pointed to the message as everyone started whispering to one another. The message was scary and it made my blood run cold. 'Blonde bitch'. It wasn't obvious, but I knew it was me. My golden hair was what was significant to me. It made me part of who I was. For it to be a connotation with 'bitch' just about insulted every blonde girl in my school and in history.

"O-Owe..." Owen wouldn't let me see that message and my feet wouldn't budge. He walked over, blocking my view from the message. My arms reached out to push him out of the way so I can check. Check if that message is a hoax, that I'm hallucinating, but no. The bold statement, the threat was still there and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

"No, doll, I know. Just come on, please." he tried to lead me away, pulling me after him as my eyes drifted to the black paint. I have to see. I need to believe it for myself. Coco and Jaxon were behind me, pushing me forward and away. God, this will be the talk of the school for a while. Whilst I was worried about Liam trying to get me, my mother threatened to keep me locked up in the house to keep me from being taken. Owen was busy stressing out about Liam as well.

Meanwhile, at school, everyone was talking about the whole 'fucking' situation. Obviously, it couldn't be true. What do these people take me for? I'm not fooling around with Owen just because he's trying to protect me from someone who's trying to take over Summer View. Although, the thought does sound kind of hot.

Stop. Stop. Stop, you thirsty






"Fuck!" I shouted, throwing another frustrated punch at the punching bag. My knuckles were in pain and my arms ached with a satisfying need. My brother chuckled lightly before chucking me a bottle of water. I caught it with ease, opened the lid and chugged down the water.

Ever since I saw that message in school, I couldn't stop thinking about it. Liam, that fucking fool thinks he could take everything away from me. To threaten Brielle as well. Her sweet face when she saw what he had said about her. I couldn't let her get hurt. Not again. I let her down once and I wasn't going to make the same mistake twice.

Over the years, I've grown to realise I couldn't love anyone if it meant they would die or leave me. My brother was my best friend and due to us having the same blood, we're physically bonded together and I swore an oath to my parents that I would look after him.

When I first met Brielle, I thought I was fucked. She was the most beautiful girl I had met in my life. Every guy loved her and every girl was jealous of her. I fell pretty quick for her golden locks of hair and strong personality. The more I got to know her, the more I wanted her around and also the more I grew worried about her.

After I left three years ago, I know it crushed her. She acted as if I didn't notice, but I do. The twiddling of her fingers against the fabric of her clothes, the smile that didn't reach her eyes. I saw it all and the more my heart ached because of it.

'If you don't want her to get hurt, you have to do what's best for her.'

That was what my uncle told me. We left Summer View for half a year after teachers were getting bothered by my behaviour, but also because I needed to toughen up. I became the leader that year, taking over from my father and I needed to get my head in the game and not slack off. We left and I worked my ass off with fighting, handling the gruelling work and injuring my hands and arms at boxing.

I had scars, although small and not that noticeable, they were there. A constant reminder of all my hard work and sacrifices. Brielle was my life. She always was and even when I came back, she still was. We fought and fought and it hurt more seeing her cry because of me pushing her away, but soon she fought for herself. She turned against me and acted as if I never existed, but I could see in her eyes. In every glare she gave me and every snarky comment she threw at me, I could see the wrenching pain in her features as if she's trying to be strong.

"Brother, be careful. You might end up snapping the chain," he told me jokingly as I grumbled underneath my breath. My brother had a habit of not taking a situation all that seriously. It annoyed me, but hey, you learn to tolerate it as you get older, "come on, I'm sure things aren't that bad."

"Well...Liam's vandalised the school...Brielle's in even deeper shit than before...and I'm up to my neck in his bullshit so yeah, brother, I'm pretty sure it's that bad," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He held his hands up in surrender as I walked off and grabbed my towel. My hands ached and so did my muscles, but I brushed it off. It's not as bad as before. The pain used to be unbearable and then it just numbed. The pain just disappeared.

If Brielle saw me now, I know she'd fuss over me. She hated seeing me hurt or covered in blood. I remember three years ago, she would see me with cuts or bruises and she'd panic. In a sense, she was like my mother, who always got worried whenever she saw me with even a drop of blood upon my skin.

There was once a time when I got too drunk for my own good. I ended up fighting a bunch of guys I didn't know and when I got back home, Brielle was waiting for me because we were both going to study for an exam. All I can say is that she was pissed. Her face contorted in anger as she shouted at me. I was a reckless fool back then, always messing about and not taking myself seriously enough.

'I have been waiting here for hours for you! You promised me you would take it more seriously and now I see you come back, blood upon your fingers and drunk! Owen, your uncle's going to kill you!'

That was what she said that evening. She always got stressed out when it came to me and she was always worried about me. I understood why, but in this kind of life, worrying is never-ending. My parents constantly worried about me and my brother and now it was the same with Brielle.

"Owen, I really think it's time you talked to Brielle about this. She's just as distressed as you are," my brother said as I sat on the bench, wrapping my knuckles up in some white bandage. It was true though. Last time I talked to Brielle, she was still pretty shaken up. I could hear it in her voice even if she was trying to sound cheery, "actually maybe it would be better if she came and stayed at our's for a while. That way, she would feel safer."

I huffed slightly, wiping the sweat off of my brow. Now that I thought about it, having Brielle around wouldn't be so bad. After all, she could be under my watch the whole time and she would feel safer roaming around. Not such a bad idea, to be honest.

"What about her mother? We can't just leave her behind. Everything's gotten worst that she's become a threat to them now as well." my brother nodded before sitting down next to me. His hand patted me on the shoulder as he smiled at me.

"There's a house next door to our's that's unoccupied. I'm sure if we clean it up a bit, they can stay there. I mean, did you see her mother at aunt Kiara's party? She practically fit in and seemed to be getting on pretty well with Ryder." I could remember how happy she was that night. She seemed to be a lot happier and carefree like her daughter. Not to mention, she was getting extremely close with Ryder, one of the boxers at the ring.

Having Brielle around would be like having a roommate. Plus, she knows more about her father's antics than we do so she can help. With everything going on with her father threatening her mother and her as well as Liam coming after her, I needed to watch out for the people who were trusted and the ones who weren't. Why is it that every time my life gets back normal, some shit happens to fuck it all up?

"Yeah, we'll do that. I'll call Brielle now and tell her." my brother nodded before standing up and heading off, waving back at me. I went over to the phone on the side of the desk and dialled Brielle's number. It rang a few times before she answered. Her voice was slightly groggy, probably from sleep. I mean, it was pretty early and it was a Saturday, "doll, I know it's pretty early, but I have a suggestion for you and your mom. We have a house next door to our's and no one's living there at the moment. If you want, you and your mother can stay there for a few days or until all of this is over."

I waited for her response and heard some rustling on the other end. Brielle released a yawn before answering back. I can just imagine her in her short shorts, silk night top and her golden hair in a messy mass like a fur ball.

"I'll have to talk to mom about it, but yeah, maybe but I wouldn't want to overstay my welcome. You've already done too much for me," she told me, her voice a mumble. I released a laugh before running my towel through my hair, making it stick up slightly.

"I don't care. I want to do this for you. Call me later, okay? I promise you once we're all safe for a while, I'll take you out somewhere nice." I could hear her audible gasp and sense the smile on her face.

"Wow, I never expected the Owen Bowers to become a romantic," she joked. I leaned back against the wall and placed my head on it, looking up at the ceiling, "although, that would be nice. I haven't been taken out in years."

That made my smile disappear into a frown. Of course. She hasn't been on a date since Jordan had taken her and obviously, she's been too cautious when it came to relationships. That guy knew what he was getting himself into when Brielle had become popular and don't think I haven't noticed the times when she tried to spend time with him and he just shrugged her off like nothing. Also, I knew he was flirting with Miranda behind his girlfriend's back, which is the only reason why she got angry at her when Jordan left when really, it was her fault for cheating on him.

"I'll make it worth your while," I said huskily, a smirk on my face. Even if I couldn't see her, I could tell Brielle was blushing. Any time I flirted with her, she always went bright red. It was cute, "don't worry, doll. I promise I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

"Thank you, Owen."






Me: hey, I talked to mom about whether we were coming to yours or not...

yeah, what did she day? :Owen x

Me: she said we can stay as long as your aunt and uncle are ok with it

Me: we don't want to overstay our welcome though

and you won't :Owen x

just trust me ok? :Owen x

I won't let you get hurt again :Owen x

Me: ok thank u.

Me: I really appreciate it Owe :) x

of course and after all this shit's over I'm going to take you out somewhere nice :Owen x

I smiled at the thought. Maybe it would be nice to go out with Owen. I haven't been in years so this could be my chance to changed things. I've always been afraid of commitment in case the other person stops caring and leaves.

Jordan was the one person who everyone thought I was going to marry, but instead, he dumped me, went off with Miranda before heading off to England without a single word to me. I had to find out he left via his grandmother. At first I was mad at him, but I decided it wasn't worth it. I wanted to wish him luck and happiness so that I couldn't cause myself anymore pain. Ever since then, I've sworn off relationships or commitment, but I feel like that might change soon.

There was a knock on the door and my mother opened it, peaking in before smiling. I invited her in and she sat on my bed at the edge before playing with the material of her dress. I turned around to see her with a frown upon her face.

"Mom?" I started as she looked up before huffing, interrupting me.

"Honey, how have our lives come to this?" she asked me and I shrugged, releasing a chuckle before placing my pen down on my desk to face her, "we used to be so chill and now your crazy father's after us."

I got up from my chair and sat next to her. Mom was the exact resemblance of me. I had her blonde hair and her blue eyes as well as her petite face structure. All I can say is that I was pretty lucky to get the good genes. My mother was so proud that I turned out like her, mostly because every time she looked at me, it was like looking at her younger self.

"I don't think all families are exactly normal. It'll be fine though. Everything will always turn out okay. That's what you told me," she said and my mother sat up straighter, a smug smile on her face.

"Well, glad to know at least someone was following my advice. Anyway, I'm going to cook dinner. I've packed a few bags that should last us a while, but I want you to get started on packing tonight, got it?" I saluted her and she shakes her head grinning before heading out of my room, closing the door behind her.

I just sighed before remaining there for a while whilst thinking through a few things like essentials that we needed to pack. Once I've sorted out a list, I got up to get my suitcase and a few bags before beginning on what to pack. I wasn't really one of those people who just chucked everything into a bag and hoped I didn't forget anything. I was organised and I preferred not having the nagging thought of forgetting my panties or bras or even my toothbrush.

I decided to pack my hair straightener because for some unknown reason, I feel like I really have to bring it. Talk about a fashionable conscience. I even decided to bring my off the shoulder velvet dress with floral patterning. To be honest, that might come in handy.

I ticked off things from my list before heading into the bathroom to collect some essentials like my secret stash of chocolates for when I'm on my period and my pack of tampons and pads. On the way out, I collected my towel and toothbrush before turning the light off and heading back into my room where I had a few items of clothing on the floor.

Right, almost done.

I just need to find...my trainers in case I want to go out for a jog and also...my...lace bra. I won't actually need that though, right? I could feel my inner hoe smirking and I shook my head to try and get rid of that thought. No, take your bra with you. I know someone who'll love it.

Fuck, no, I mean, maybe? Hmm. I'll get back to you on that.

END OF CHAPTER 34

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