Mephobia; the fear of becoming so awesome that the human race can't handle it and everyone dies.

I continued to look over the text again and again. After he left so abruptly the other day and not spoke to me since he had the cheek to text me something like that? Not even a hello?

"Event tonight, pick you at 7pm," Marcos read over my shoulder as I quickly hid my phone from his view, shooting him a glare as he smiled innocently at me.

The twins had been here a few days now and I was severely close to snapping. They were like two dominant bodyguards that I didn't need. Unfortunately their girlfriend was unwell and had been in their room for the past few days, too ill to meet me. They attended a restaurant the other day where one of Marcios exs worked, long story short the food had something that made their misses very sick in it.

Although I was still in shock both of them settled down, not to mention they were sharing her? Both of them wanted her so both had her. It was completely new to me but if they were happy then screw it.

"Who the hell is that?" Marcio questioned as he flung himself down on the sofa beside me, ignoring my death glare as protective mode kicked in once again.

"My boyfriend," I sighed, reaching to the table to grab my warm coffee. Everyone was right, I did have an addiction. I was obsessed with the stuff, so obsessed it was really unhealthy for me.

Marcos dared to speak to me yesterday morning before I had my regular large mug of the heaven, the poor man won't be doing that anytime soon.

This morning before either of them spoke a word they stood tensed at the door to see if I would throw something at them before they opened their mouths.

"That douche bag from the other night?" Marcio growled out, his fists instantly clenching as I rolled my eyes at him.

"He is not a douche," I mumbled, taking a sip of my coffee, avoiding my brothers dark eyes. They could always see what I truly felt. He wasn't a douche though was he? He left when I refused to take my towel off my body, I know he has had his mouth down there but I definitely wasn't comfortable with being completely naked in front of him or going the full way with him.

I may of acted like a slag when I was screaming for him to work his mouth quicker on my core and I will admit that should never of happened but I still had morals. Well some. I still believed in marriage before sex even though my soul was now slightly tainted already.

The sexual thoughts that swarmed my mind more often now than ever made me want to bathe in holy water. I needed to go to church, my soul was burning.

"Is it illegal to give drive by baptisms with a water gun full of holy water?" I questioned, my head aching with the new thought as the twins looked at me with worry.

"Are you unwell?"

"Did you bang your head?"

"Is there drugs in that coffee?"

"Do you need the hospital?"

"That's it, I'm phoning a doctor," Marcos rushed out as he got up from where he was sitting, grabbing his phone off the table as he started to scroll through his contacts. Marcio resting his hand on my forehead to check my temperature as I sat watching them both with an unamused expression. It was only a question!

"She's burning up Marcos, fuck the doctor phone an ambulance," Marcio shouted, pulling himself away from me as he ran to the kitchen. Running back moments later with a cold wet cloth.

Before I could protest the freezing cold cloth was placed on my head, the water dripping down my face as I shot a glare at Marcio.

For having such a hard ass reputation the pair of them were a hot mess.

"I am fine, it was just a question!" I screamed, throwing the cloth off my head, nearly laughing when it smacked Marcio in the face.

"So you aren't dying?" Marcos questioned, his eyes coming away from his phone to look at me with a worried expression.

"No you bloody idiot!" 

"Thank fuck," Marcos sighed in relief, flinging his phone down on the table before rugby tackling me on the couch.

Marcio joining in as I struggled to breath under the weight of both of them.

"Don't you dare scare us like that again!"

"Can't breath," I wheezed out, pushing my small hands against Marcos in the hopes of being able to move the both of them off me.

"Shit," they spoke at the same time, all but bouncing away from me as I gasped for breath.

"You idiots!" I scolded, breathing hard as I shot a glare at both of them.

"So wheres doucheymcdouchey taking you tonight?" Marcos stood in front of me, arms crossed over his chest with an intimidating look in his eyes, causing me to back into the chair more.

"I don't know, an event?" how the hell was I supposed to know? They saw the same message I did!

"Phone father," Marcos shot a look at Marcio as he quickly left the room with the phone in his hand, leaving Marcos to continue standing like a bodyguard.

"Why the hell is he phoning father?" I groaned, why did everything have to involve my parents? Literally my full life revolved around they low lifes. I was sick of it, sick of them.

"He works for them doesn't he? Father would of told him to collect you tonight like always," Marcos chuckled quietly as if I had asked the most stupid question ever. Despite the pain in my chest I weakly smiled back at him. 

How could I of thought he wanted to see me with the way he left the other night. He was only coming to get me because of work. He had been ordered to. He wasn't coming by his own choice. My heart ached, my eyes burning as my nose felt like it was beginning to water slightly. Why was I so affected by this? It wasn't like I loved him but he was my boyfriend and his obvious rejection to me was painful.

"Mr Wattson is holding an event tonight at his mansion to raise money for charity," Marcio explained as he walked back into the room. His eyes holding anger as he sighed heavily, falling down on the sofa beside me as he rested his head on my shoulder.

"I hate talking to him too," I smiled slightly, taking his hand in mine as I gave it a reassuring squeeze. Smiling when he returned it.

"It's 4pm we better start getting ready," Marcio sighed, taking his head off my shoulder as Marcos nodded in agreement.

"Wait, we?" I asked in disbelief, I hadn't been out with my brothers since I was 21 and I was now 24. They tended to avoid anything that would make them close to our parents, they even hated associating with our parents friends at these events.

"If you think we are leaving you unattended with that boy you need to go to the hospital for that brain," Marcos smirked, walking out the room with Marcio following.

"He is not a boy he is a man!" I shouted at their retreating figures.

"Even worse!" Marcio shot back, laughing as they both went up the stairs.

How the hell was I going to live with them any longer?

|*|

I smirked as I looked in the mirror, felling extremely sexy as the lace rubbed against my skin. The outfit was going to make my mother have a fit and I couldn't wait.

It was definitely different from the ball gowns I normally wear to these events. The fact the main dress was completely see-through lace made me smirk. Tight black high waisted shorts under the sheer material to cover my sacred lady area. My upper half completely on view apart from my nípples which were hidden by a small piece of black material on each breast. A gold belt wrapping around my waist to hold the material in place.

A pair of black peep toe heals on my feet to match my toe nails and my finger nails. Quickly placing a gold chain around my neck and checking my makeup one more time.

My eyes dark with makeup and my red lip stick adding to the outfit. I looked badass and I sure felt it.

"Change," was the first thing the twins said as they saw me walking down the stairs in my hardly there outfit. Both of them covered respectively in expensive matching navy suits which struggled to contain their bulging muscles.

"No," I smirked, feeling like being bad for once in my life.

"Don't make me carry you up they stairs!" Marcos threatened, his finger pointing as me as I pouted slightly, giving him my sad eyes as Marcio sighed behind him. One done one to go.

"Do I not look pretty?" I whimpered, my eyes watering as I looked away from them.

"Shit, no, fuck, ehm, please don't cry," Marcos pleaded as Marcio stayed silent beside him. Knowing not to open his mouth as Marcos tried to crawl out the grave he made for himself.

"I was just trying to look sexy, I never look sexy, why cant you understand that?" I whimpered again, not looking at him so he couldn't see my face.

"Its not like that, shit! Fuck! I just don't want to go to jail tonight alright? You look amazing please, I'm sorry, don't cry," he pleaded, dropping on his knees in front of me as he begged quietly.

"Does that mean I can wear this?" I whispered softly, a small pout on my lips.

"Anything you want, anything," he pleaded, relaxing as I sent him a happy smile.

Works like a charm.

"Well then lets go," I smiled, walking away from him as he rolled his eyes knowing he just got played, again.

Opening the door I bumped into a hard chest, cursing as my nose squashed between us.

"Son of a bitch," I cursed, holding my nose as strong arms wrapped around me to stop me from falling over.

"Lovely way to greet your boyfriend," Kieran chuckled, his hand caressing my face softly, "are you alright?" his eyes held concern as I instantly felt bad for swearing at him.

"Hands off pretty boy," Marcos growled, pulling me away from him and down to the awaiting limo as I growled lowly at him. Jackass.

Marcos and Marcio jumping in the limo to grab the bottle of champagne first, what gentlemen. Not.

Sighing I climbed in after them, sulking slightly as they both hogged the bottle like it was their child.

"Move over baby," Kieran smiled as he stood at the door to the limo, smile cheekily at me as his eyes sparkled with happiness.

I stared at him confused, what the hell?

"What did you think I was going to drive? No baby, tonight I'm escorting you," he smiled as I instantly paled. I didn't attend these things with men and did I really want this relationship to become public? I didn't even know if I wanted this relationship after the way he acted the other day when I refused him.

"Ok then," I mumbled quietly, clearing my throat as I glared at my brothers as they stopped fighting over the bottle. Glaring at my boyfriend with hatred instead. Their eyes holding anger as they looked at each other, stupid twin telepathy shit.

"Thanks baby," Kieran smiled as he slid in, his arm instantly wrapping around my tense shoulders as his lingering eyes scanned my near enough naked body. I didn't feel so badass anymore, I felt like I needed to cover myself. I was to exposed.

The ride consisted of shoulder rubbing, glares and tense silence as no one dared to speak to each other. My brothers noticing my discomfort as their looks got even less than friendlier towards Kieran who silently shook beside me.

I didn't blame him, my brothers were terrifying.

I couldn't of been happier when the car came to a halt, wishing I had brought Layla with me but apparently she couldn't make it which was strange because Donatello gave me the exact same excuse.

"You wait here," Marcos pointed at Kieran as he grabbed my hand, getting out of the limo before pulling me with him. The cameras instantly flashing as I placed a fake smile onto my lips. Walking up the tacky red carpet to the entrance of the mansion, my brothers walking behind me as they smirked at the cameras. And then there was Kieran, stumbling behind us as the cameras blinded him.

I felt bad for him, wanting to go and get him but my brothers had a different idea as they blocked my access to him.

Sighing I gave up, walking into the mansion as many heads turned my way. Some gasping as they saw my outfit with most the men drooling as I walked by them. In search of the host as I smiled kindly at everyone I passed. 

Smiling until I saw him.

His body slouched against the chair, his hair ruffled messily, his shirt buttons undone at the top, a bottle of beer in his hand as he sat glaring at the world around him.

My heart instantly clenching as I made a step to go towards him before strong arms wrapped around me.

"Don't even think about it," Marcos growled in my ear before letting me go, surprisingly allowing Kieran come towards me as he took my hand into his shaking one.

My eyes still on Darien as I nodded softly, I will forget about him.

"Lets get drunk," I smiled at Kieran as he smirked back at me.

Tonight I was going to have fun, I was going to be the badgirl I planned to be and I was going to forget him.

Or so I thought until his eyes met mine. Completely stopping the world around me as the sadness in his dark orbs took me by surprise.

"Come on then baby," Kieran whispered into my ear as he directed me to the drinks.

Dariens burning eyes on me the full time. 

Shit.