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shake it off. My Brad is probably off having the time of his life with his new stunt buddies. "Obviously it's the bacon one." Everyone agrees except me. 

"Mmm... Basketball." I decide. 

"Ding-ding-ding. We have a winner. Yes I hate bacon." Everyone gasps and we laugh together. "Alright, Dani next." 

"What are we going in alphabetical order?" She giggles. "Alright, I'm adopted, O think Star Wars is the worst, and Yellow is the worst color." We all exclusively agree that the lie is about Star Wars. "Em, you're next." I almost say, 'No, S comes after everyone's,' but then I realized she was meaning Emily, not Sofia. 

"I like Adrian, I'm in love with Adrian, and I hate him. Obviously the lie is that I hate him! I could never hate that cute little snuggly poo!" I burst out laughing at Baldy's girly impression of me. 

"God, no." I sigh. "Alright then. Um, I have three tattoos, I only occasionally like shopping, and I know someone who likes Maria." Maria's face flushes as all eyes turn to her. Brad's eyes narrow in on me and I shurg.

"Okay, you always like shopping." Brad demands, turning my second statement backwards. The others agree with him, other than Maria since she knows me so well. 

"Nope. I have five tattoos." 

"Wait really? Where??" Rose shouts. I can't help but laugh softly at her. 

"Well, I have one on my shoulder, on my back, two on my stomach and on my arm. Wait, make that six. I have one on my wrist too." I pull my sleeve down to reveal the black and purple gradient outline of a heart on my wrist. 

"Ooh, will you show us the rest?" She asks, and my heart rate increases. 

"Uh, well I don't think-"

I've never been so thankful for someone interrupting me. "What's going on in here?" Chase asks in his best, deep, manly voice. He fails miserably as his voice cracks, but it makes sense since he can't be anymore than eighteen.

"Sorry father, I know you said no ladies around, but I just couldn't resist." I sigh, jokingly. 

"Wait, so I can be here?" Brad parks up. 

I look at him confused. "Did I not say ladies?"

Baldy's jaw drops as the rest of them burst of laughing. "Girl are mean when their on their periods." He grumbles. Maria shoots up and walks over to him, doing her best to be intimating, and from the look on Brad's face, it's working. 

"Hm? What was that? You mind saying that again?" He shakes his head vigorously. She smirks. "That's what I thought." I can't help but laugh at her. Her head snaps to me and she puts her fists up. "You want some of this?" She starts bouncing back on forth on her feet. A smile breaks across my face as I nod jokingly. She bounces over to me. "Come on. Let's go." 

"Really?" I stand up with her putting my fists up, and taking a weak, play jab at her side. 

"Ahh. No. Help me." She crumbles to the floor in slow motion. I hear everyone around us laughing, along with myself, as I hold out my hand to help her up, but one stand out. I look up and see Adrian in the doorway. My eyes widen as I momentarily drop Maria, from wheres she's half standing. My reflexes kick in and I reach out and grab her arm before she falls. 

"Fuck. I'm sorry." I whisper, totally serious. 

"It's fine, So- Em." She almost slips up. "What happened..." She turns around, trailing off when she follows my gaze to Adrian. "Oh." Her smile doesn't fully drop, but it does dim. 

"Oh hey Adri, what's up?" Dani asks. 

"How long have you been there?" Maria asks, voicing my thoughts.

"Long enough to know Emily's thoughts on me." He raises an eyebrow in my direction and I clench my fists into tight fists, digging my nails into my palms so hard I draw blood, just to stop myself from running out of the room. 

They all begin talking and laughing, and I decide to slip out the french doors to the humungous backyard. I walk around the flower, almost maze and sit on a bench by a fountain, and begin thinking, drowning everything else. Why do I have to stay with Adrian? Why do I have to stay here in general? If Antonio already had Alan, then why the hell did he need me? Why don't I just tell Adrian everything and be done with it? I should really just do that. Why did I have to end up as worthless and ugly as I am? Why did I have to lie about my name? Emily. I used my great-grandmother's name. Why? I have no idea. It has a nice ring to it though. Emily. It seems to be echoing, as the ground shakes around me. Emily. Emily. Emily. Emily!

"What?" I shoot up, looking around me, to find myself in the same garden. Although, it's much darker out than it was before. 

"Hey... You fell asleep earlier." Adrian's voice cuts through the crisp air so I turn to him to see him crouching beside the bench I'm currently on. 

"Oh..." 

He gazes at me for a moment, before he shakes his head at himself, and grabs my hand, dragging me behind him. My immediate reaction is to pull away, and retreat from the danger, but his eyes are normal right now. I don't think I'm unsafe at the moment. I decide to let it go since I am exhausted at the moment. We travel through the house, until we reach his- our room I guess. The room really is homey and calming. It's mostly black, but the tone soothes me. Adrian let's go of my hand, and walks to his giant walk in, throwing me a shirt. Suddenly I'm glad he woke me up instead of changing me like he did the night before, for the simple fact that when I reach the bathroom and pull off my current outfit, bruises scatter across my entire body. Luckily, in the dark, he won't see my legs as much, but that's still easier to explain than my stomach. I keep my bra and panties on, and throw on the t-shirt. I let his natural scent fill my nose before I exit the large bathroom. 

He's already in the bed, so he lifts the covers for me to crawl underneath, which I gladly do. Despite the king sized bed, I still end up cuddling up to him during the chilly night. 

Chapter thirteen

 ~Sofia~

 

Five days later, I inhale as soon as I wake up, and relax when a familiar scent envelops me. It should be illegal to smell so good. God, I really sound like a creep don't I? I just lay here until he stirs, and then I look up at him. He's already looking down at me with a smile. "Good morning cupcake." He rasps. 

"Morning banana bread." I call him the first baked good I thought of. God dammit. Why am I do weird? I stuff in my face into the nearest thing to hide my embarrassment, but it doesn't help that that happened to be his chest since one hard arm is under my head and the other draped over my waist. His entire body vibrates as he roars with laughter. 

"Did...you...j-just...call me.... banana br-" He attempts to get words out between his laughing fits, but he can't even finish the question. 

"Shut up." I grumble. Although all this achieved was making him laugh harder, until tears were streaming down his chiseled face. (Seriously though God, how much time did you spend on this one? It isn't fair.) I huff and climb out of the bed. His laughter soon dies down when I feel his gaze on me as I walk towards the door. 

"What happened to your legs?" He asks, and I look down at my legs. From my thighs to my shins. 

"It uh, happened when I fell yesterday." I glance at him and he doesn't look convinced, but he seems to have let it go. 

On his way over to me, he trips on part of the blankets that he kicked off over night and falls to the ground with a groan. I laugh and open the bedroom door. "Wait! Cupcake! Come back! Help me!" He calls as I exit, like a five year old. 

"Bye banana bread." I snicker as I walk down stairs. I soon find myself in the kitchen, where Maria is making a huge breakfast. "Hey babes. Whatcha makin?" I ask sliding up next to her. 

"Eggs, bacon, and pancakes." She tells me. "You wanna make the eggs?" I nod and get to work. We used a ton of eggs for the house of twenty plus people, but they had a ton of food in the house so I didn't figure it'd be a big deal. The bacon's aroma must have wafted through the residence because soon there were a bunch of groggy people sitting at the table, waiting. We start dishes everyone up along the lengthy table, when finally Brad and Adrian walk in. "Look what the cat dragged in." Maria says, quiet enough that it seems like she would just be talking to me, but loud enough that Brad would hear it. 

"Oh ha ha Tigre, at least I'm not in the same family as Adrian." He laughs at himself, but everyone else freezes, and just stares at him. "Well... you know... Cause, Tigre, spanish for Tiger. If Adrian dragged me in that means he was a cat... So you... Two would be uh, related. Cause, cat families...." He explains awkwardly. Its silent for a few moments longer. When everyone else starts laughing, I notice that Alan isn't there. Well they say curiosity killed the cat, luckily, I'm not a cat. I sneak off and up to the forth floor where Alan's room has to be. I follow his voice to a room that was opened just a crack. 

I find him on the phone. "Yes boss, I made sure she learned her lesson... Thank you... You want me to what??... Boss there is no way I can plant a bomb without Adrian figuring out... Yes boss... Thursday it is." He hangs up and runs a hand over his face with a sigh. I have to cover my mouth with my hand to stop the gasp that threatens to escape my lips. Antonio wants to place a bomb?! But, that'll hurt everyone! 

This is why I wasn't supposed to get close. I'll care if anyone gets killed, or hurt. God Dammit! There's nothing I can do to stop this. Unless... Maybe there is. 

 

•••

 

"Alright, fine. Why though?" Adrian asks. 

"I just think he deserves a surprise. I mean, he does so much for you, right?" I reason. He nods.

"Yeah. You and Maria can plan it?" I nod, and he walks away. As soon as his back is turned a huge smile broke out on my face. I might be able to pull this off. 

"Maria! I need your- Oh my, sweet baby jesus. Ew ew ew. I need bleach!" I shriek, covering my eyes and turning around. I'm never barging into her room again. I just walked in on Baldy pounding into Maria like she was water in the Sahara Desert. I hear shuffling behind me so I ask, "Are you descent Brad?"

"Ye- Wait why