Allie

 

"Izzy open up and get off Blake, I need to talk to you," I shout through the door of Blake's bedroom, knowing Izzy is in there. I do realise it’s Friday, our only day off university every week, and ten in the morning but I can't leave this. We have the weekends off too, but today is meant to be a study day, though no one studies. Or at least I don’t. I could imagine Emilia does.

"One sec," is shouted through the door by a sleepy sounding Izzy. I go and sit on my bed and wait for her, picking at my new nails. They have little red hearts on them and are painted grey. I can't believe I let Elliot do that to me this morning; his kisses are on my mind and the way he made me come. Holy cow, what was worse is how it made me feel, I like him. I actually like Elliot King and that's not good. I’ve always known he could hurt me; he is the most perfect looking male I’ve ever seen. His brothers are hot but Elliot is something else.  The image of him just in his boxers, leaning over me, is something I will never forget. The thought is making me need an ice-cold shower and a strong drink.

"What the hell, Allie? Is everything okay?" Izzy says walking into my room and sitting next to me on the bed. Izzy has on one of Blake’s hoodies that falls to her knees and some leggings on underneath.

"No," I say not trusting my voice. I look at my best friend who looks so innocent, with her green eyes searching me. I still remember how she looked so small and helpless in hospital after the car crash. The crash caused by my father. I can’t understand how he could do that her, Izzy is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.

"Elliot and Tristan told me about what my dad did to you. I'm so sorry, Izzy. My dad has never even shown any signs of being well, anything but normal, but," my voice cracks and I know I'm crying again. Izzy pulls me to her and hugs me. I don’t cry, it’s not me, but everything is crumbling around me and I don’t know how to stop it. 

"Shhh Allie, it's not your fault and you didn't know," Izzy says in a whisper.

"It is my fault. I could have stopped him. I won't let him hurt anyone again, Elliot said my dad has killed people and nearly killed you." My voice is now high-pitched and I angrily wipe my tears away.

"Your dad isn't a good man but Allie, you are his opposite," Izzy mutters to me. 

"He's my dad still. What he made Elliot and his brothers do? Oh god," I can't help but cry more in Izzy's arms as I feel sick. I know that Elliot didn’t tell me how much my dad has done; I could see it in his eyes. I’m not stupid but I can’t even be thinking about the kind of things my dad could have done. My dad that taught me to drive and calls every week to listen to me isn’t a monster in my mind.

"Allie, look at me," Izzy demands, gently wiping my tears away with Blake’s hoodie. 

"You’re a sister to me and my family, so please don't think we will love you any less because we won't, ever. Our father was the one who started my brothers fighting, he may have been working with your dad but he still made his sons do it," she says.

"I know, Elliot told me," I say.

"What was Elliot doing with you and Tristan anyway?" Izzy raises an eyebrow.

"Well I asked him to come over and then he ended up in my bed, giving me the best orgasm I've ever had," I admit and Izzy’s face goes red. For someone that has a lot of sex, she really can’t talk about it.

"He's my brother, so no sex talk with me, please Allie. I'm happy you both finally saw the light," she giggles and then her eyes widen as she thinks of something.

"Did you guys have sex? Did Sebastian win the bet?" Her face lights up so much, that I can't help but laugh. 

"I want the answer to that, too," Blake says leaning against my door. 

"Nope, the bet hasn't been won." I sigh and Izzy laughs. I made a pretty stupid bet against Elliot’s brother, Sebastian. I bet that I wouldn’t sleep with Elliot in the next two years. I could have won his custom made sports car but now it’s looking more likely that I will be baking cakes for a month for him.

"Sebastian is going to be annoyed, he is running out of time," Blake laughs.

"You alright, Allie?" Blake asks going all brother protective mode on me. I recognise the tone from my own brother. 

"I will be, I have a meal with my dad planned tonight," I say to him and look towards Izzy when I see her shaking her head.

"Don't make things bad between you and your dad for my brothers. Elliot would lose his shit if your dad hurts you. I won’t let you go if there’s a chance that you will get hurt. You’re like a sister to me, Allie." Izzy tells me, taking my one hand in hers.

"He won't hurt me, I am his daughter and he has never done anything other than protect me," I say, knowing for certain that my dad loves me. Izzy frowns at me but doesn't say anything and just squeezes my hand.

"What have I missed?" Blake asks us and Izzy walks over.

"I will explain in a bit but I'm spending the day with my bestie, watching movies and helping her get ready. So I need a rain check on our plans," she says putting her arms around Blake's waist. He leans down and kisses her deeply, making me look away. 

"Guys, P.G. rated only in my bedroom. It's bad enough I have to hear it through the walls, I don’t need images to go along with the sounds," I say with my hands over my eyes.

"God, Allie," Izzy laughs and I move my hands so I can see her going very red. Blake laughs before whispering something to her and walking out. Izzy shuts the door and jumps on my bed as I get comfy on the other side. My new bedroom isn’t that different from my old one, my bedding is a pale pink with a sequined silver rug over the bottom of it. I have large double bed and two large white wardrobes. There’s a chest of drawers opposite the end of the bed my TV is rested on. I have a small bookcase near the door, filled with my smutty books. I don’t know why but I like to own the real copies of the books I read. It may or may not have something to do with the half-naked sexy men on the covers. Who knows? 

"Still love him like crazy, then?" I ask, glancing at my friends loved up face. 

"Yeah, I can't help myself around him. So, you and Elliot?" She grins at me. 

"Yeah, I like him. It's real strange to admit that." I laugh. 

"Hell, I never thought I'd hear you say that, so are you up for watching Thor?" she asks with a grin.

“Which one is that?” I ask and she pulls out her phone from her hoodie. A few minutes later she shows me Thor or the actor that plays him.

“Yes, you have good tastes in films.”

“Nah, I just like muscular blonde men.” She winks. I giggle because Thor does look like an older version of Blake but with slightly darker hair. They both look like Vikings though, Maisy told me that one.

We both spend the rest of the day doing just what Izzy suggested and honestly, it's brilliant.