-HE'S A JERK-

Francine's POV

I've never been humiliated like what that guy did in my whole life.
His aura screams the danger and I fear him..yes, I'm scared of him and I don't know why.

I was stirring my cup of coffee while waiting for the pancake to be cooked when I heard footsteps that's coming in closer on my direction.

Pulling his chair, I can feel his eyes digging holes in my back but I shrugged it off and just choose to ignore him while keeps on stirring my coffee.

I didn't get to sleep soundly and peacefully last night, because I was itching to get the hell out of his so called room and after I bid farewell to his room, I went and told my mom that I'll just sleep in the guest room which she gladly agreed on and I'm thankful she didn't ask much questions on why I want to sleep in there when they got my room..I mean, his room cleaned just for me.

And I also asked her about the guy who broke in my ex-room to confirm if what's in my head is right and her answer didn't disappoint me.

But, I'm super duper mega disappointed that the assface jerk is my soon-to-be step brother.

How dare he insult me and my mother in front of my face!.. he even called us gold diggers, well..for his information we aren't gold diggers, my mom really loves his dad and so does Matthew, I can see the happiness and love on their eyes and I know that it isn't about money.

I was about to put down the spoon and head to my pancakes when I felt a warm body on my back stopping me from doing any move.
What the fuck? Is he a thief or what!? I didn't even heard his footsteps or maybe I was just too occupied with my thoughts.

My breath hitched when I felt his warm breath fanning against my ear as he spoke."Didn't know the kitten can cook."

"Does it bother you?", I tried my best not to stutter and thank goodness I didn't. I'm so proud of myself~.

"Not really, I mean it's good that somehow you have use in MY house."
That's it. I've heard enough, what am I? A maid? Damn him.

My head snapped towards him as I raised my hand in the air ready to give him a second slap but he immediately caught my wrist with his hand, I was shocked but then I didn't gave up, I was so determined to slap his assface, Trying out my luck, I attempted to slap him again with my other hand but he caught it again immediately like what he did to my other hand.

"I don't tolerate second times doll face." He gritted his teeth while saying those with his flaming eyes, and his jaw clenched in anger.
His voice sends danger yet seriousness.

My body shakes the moment he look directly at my eyes with so much anger and I swear, I felt chills through my bones.

He's scary when he's angry.

His gripped on my hands tightened causing me to whimper in pain.
"L-let..go--oww! Y-you're hurting..me.",I stuttered with my quivering lips while looking at him.
No..I'm looking at his forehead because I don't have the courage to face him right now. He's so different right now.

"Does it really hurt?", He mockingly laughed at me as he inched closer to my face, his nose almost touching mine as I sucked in my breath.
I'm more than horrified right now.

I stole glances from the kitchen door silently praying that someone will come in and rescue me from this insane person in front of me.

He walked closer to me causing me to move and walk backwards while he kept his tight grip on my both hands, holding them secure in the air.
I stopped when I felt a cold ceramic like wall on my back and I realized that it's the fridge.

By tightening his grip even more on my hands, I let out another helpless whimper and he leaned impossibly closer to me causing me to shut my eyes firmly. I can't hold on anymore.
This is too much.

My eyes starts to water while I kept them close and waits for his next move but instead, I felt a soft thing on my ear gently grazing it and then he whispered.

"Breath, doll face."
That's when I realized I've been holding my breath for a long time.
I sighed heavily letting all the worry and fear inside me go away but I failed. I didn't felt relaxed at all.

I shot him a deadly glare which he ignored. He's still holding my both hands and I'm sure that it'll have a bruise later.

"You know if I were you, I WON'T let myself to feel at home because anytime I can kick you outta my house and you would be homeless..a homeless teenage poor girl that wonders on the streets." He let go one of my hand and move his fingers like a walking man in front of my face as he spoke in icy tone, I didn't even felt like raising my hand and slap his assface again...
Instead, I gulped hard and stiffened, I don't know why I felt scared and threatened by his words..is it just the way he delivers his words or the seriousness and coldness in his voice?

I don't even know.
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He already released my hands and he's been gone for almost 20 minutes but I can still feel his tight grip on my wrist. It already turned purple but not enough to be notice when you won't really look at it so close.

He's a jerk, a total ugly assface jerk.
I can't believe that I have to live with him on the same roof for the rest of my life.

But then again..it won't be really forever, I mean..I can move out from this house, right?.