Allie
"Are you doing okay?" Tris voice slightly wakes me up from my thoughts on our dad. I still can’t believe what he has done to Tristan. His whole face is covered in blue and yellow bruises. His one eye is just about open. The long cut from the corner of his eye to the edge of his mouth is a constant reminder of that night. Tris doesn’t say it bothers him but he won’t look at himself in a mirror. He just doesn’t care about anything anymore, other than pain meds and beer. He gets pissed when I don’t let him take them together. Tris is looking a lot better now than the first time I saw him, his bruises have started fading and it's only been two weeks since the bridge, that's what I call that horrible day. I couldn’t be more thankful to Blake’s mum who found a great local nurse who is slowly cheering my brother up.
"It's me who should be asking that," I chuckle looking over at my brother sat on the sofa in his apartment. The apartment is on the ground floor and there are two more floors above us, the best part is that is right in the middle of the village. The building even has its own swimming pool, the rent must be high because it’s a gorgeous apartment. Everything has been done in a cosy theme, with large fireplaces in the lounge and two bedrooms. High ceilings and most rooms are painted a warm brown. The place does not suit my brother, with his black hair, tattoos and piercings. It has his own personal touches though, like his guitar in the spare room.
"I told you I'm good," he laughs humourlessly.
"You’re not," I point out because I've been staying in his spare room since they let him out of the hospital a week ago and I know he is having nightmares. Luke is over constantly, they used to be really good friends and they wind each other up like no time has passed since they last talked.
"Don't Allie," he groans playing with phone. Tris looks a mess with his baggy clothes and his hair is all over the place as he sits with his leg on a cushion on the coffee table.
"Maybe you should see someone," I say gently.
"Look, Allie I love you but please leave me to deal with my daddy issues alone," he says bitterly in a reply.
"Our dad is," I start but Tris anger voice stops me.
"He isn't my father. He told me that,"
I fall back on the sofa next to him in a quiet state of shock. I don't say anything but I feel like Tris has taken my head with this news. It doesn’t change anything for me, it doesn’t matter that we have different dads. Blood does not make family; you make family with the people that care the most. The people you know are there for you.
"We maybe half-brother and sister but you’re my closest family. I love you all the same," Tris tells me, a brief glimmer of pain in his blue eyes until he looks away. I should have known, Tris doesn’t look anything like me or Arthur. I guess part of me did guess but I couldn’t admit it to myself.
"I'm sorry. Honestly, he is no dad to me anymore and I just have you for my family. Screw the rest of them," I say to him, thinking of everything my dad has done and I know calling him dad isn't a good idea anymore; he won't be my dad again for what he did.
"Has he contacted you?" Tris asks.
"No and I hope he doesn't," I say in a flat voice. Elliot was right, I can’t stop caring about him but I won’t allow him in my life anymore.
"Allie," Tris starts but I get up.
"No more about him. He isn't worth it. The nurse will be here soon and I'm meeting Elliot at his club," I say with a smile, thinking about the fact that tonight is Elliot's opening night. I glance at the clock, seeing it's nine and the nurse is staying tonight anyway. She should be here any moment as she knows I'm staying at Elliot's tonight.
"You look great, have a good night," Tris says with a genuine smile. I know he has come to like Elliot who has been bringing beers over with Luke or Sebastian to keep him company. They don't make him feel bad or say anything too serious but they wind each other up. It's good to see Tris look happy when he around all of us. I glance at the mirror by the door, looking at my silver tight bandage dress. It’s a little short but it shows off every curve. My hair is flowing down my shoulders all straight and I've got a little makeup on. My favourite part of the outfit is the high silver heels. They have silver leather wraps going up to my lower calves.
"See you later," I shout before shutting my door. The village is small enough that the club is only a ten-minute walk down the road into the main part of town and it's pretty busy with people outside the local pubs.
There's a massive queue when I turn up, making me smile knowing how happy this will make my Elliot. I know my name is on the VIP list and huge bouncer just smiles as he lets me in.
The blast of loud music hits me when I walk in, as well as the heat from the amount of people in here. I can see the bar, which is lit up from some cool lights Elliot had fitted into the glass. It changes colour from red to green as I look around.
I know the dance floor is behind the bar and there are people littered on tables with stools in front of me. I spot the staircase in the corner with a bouncer at the bottom, so I know that's the VIP lounge where everyone else is. The bouncer checks me off his list before letting me past and I walk up the spiral staircase. The room upstairs has a bar on the one side and black leather sofas facing over the glass partition, which looks over the dancers on the dance floor.
I see Luke and Emilia talking near the end of the bar. I nearly don't recognise Emilia in a sweet little pink dress; it's not too tight but shows how amazing she looks under those hoodies she always wears. I walk over stopping when I realise Emilia is shouting.
"No! You don't understand anything, Luke," she says while Luke leans into her, so they are only a breath away.
"I know you felt, what I did. So why didn't you tell them that? Why the hell won’t you talk to me?" He shouts back, gaining a little attention from people around them.
"I didn't feel anything. It was just one night, get over it Luke." She replies loudly, her teeth gritted together in anger.
"I want to help you and don't lie to me," Luke says loudly but more gently. Emilia storms off, not even seeing me as Luke watches her go.
Luke smiles at me before walking away, leaving me wondering what the hell happened then. I look around finally spotting the man I came to see.
Elliot is standing at the bar chatting to some man in a suit and hasn't noticed me yet, giving me time to look him over. He looks so hot in black chinos and a simple black shirt. I watch as he plays with his cuff links before picking up his drink, nodding at the man talking to him. His green eyes look around until they land on me and even in the dark room, with the music blasting, everything goes still. Elliot's lips go into a smirk before he speaks the man in front of him quickly and leaving his drink to walk over to me. I lean my head up at the same time he gets to me and his large hands wind into my hair, pulling my face into a smouldering kiss. When we finally break away, our bodies are pushed against each other and I can feel he wants me as much as I want him.
"Allie, you look beautiful," he says like a secret whisper.
"Thank you," I reply, with a blush that I'm sure he can see, even in the dark.
"It makes me want to bend you over one of those sofa’s and fuck you in front of everyone, so they know who you belong to," he whispers in my ear.
"I might let you, Cookie," I say back, running my hands up his chest.
"You two should get a room," Blake says interrupting whatever Elliot was going to say back to me. I turn smiling at Izzy and Blake who have just arrived.
"We will," Elliot all but growls making me chuckle.
"Izzy your boobs look great in that dress," I say with a whistle. Izzy is wearing a tight red dress with a bow in the middle pushing up her breasts making them look huge. Her hair is up in a bun with curls hanging out.
Eliot coughs hiding a laugh and Izzy just winks at me.
"I agree," Blake says pulling Izzy into his arms. They start kissing, so I turn around as Elliot pulls me to him.
"I have something to show you, let's go," he winks and walks us out down the stairs. When we get to the front door, Elliot whispers something to the bouncer who nods and then we are walking across the empty street.
"Where are we going? It's your opening night," I say pulling on his hand. I'm glad it's not too cold out, even this time of year.
"It's a surprise and we will go back," he says, letting go of my hand to put his arm around my waist and pull him me to his side. I'm a little surprised when we get to his apartment and I wait as he unlocks the door. Elliot switches the lights on, tugging on my hand so I follow him into the bedroom.
"If the surprise is your cock, well I've seen that before," I joke making Elliot laugh.
"No but we will be seeing to my cock issues before we leave," he says winking at me. I laugh surprised by his joke.
"I think I'm rubbing off on you," I say while Elliot opens one of the very large wardrobes at the side of his bed.
"Come here," he says and I move in front of him, wondering what the hell he is doing. My mouth literally drops open at the sight of all my clothes in his wardrobe. My shoes are lined up at the bottom too.
"Elliot, why did you?" I say stopping when he turns me to look at him.
"Your moving in with me, well I've moved you in already," he says with a cheeky grin.
"You didn't want to ask me first?" I ask him, tilting my head to the side.
"I knew the answer," he answers, moving forward so out bodies are almost touching.
"You’re a cocky man, Elliot King" I say through a smile, loving the fact that I now live with the man I love but I won't tell him that straight away.
"But you love me," he whispers before kissing me. My dress is soon removed as well as Elliot's clothes before I'm standing in front of him in only my heels.
"Those fucking sexy shoes stay on while I fuck you," Elliot tells me before picking me up and pushing me against the wall. I gasp in pleasure as he picks me up. His lips push into mine as he enters me quickly, making me moan out with the feeling of him.
We don't go back to his club that night because we both don’t leave our bedroom.