I remained hidden underneath the kitchen cupboards as I tried to steady my breathing so he wouldn’t find me. I heard his feet prancing around the penthouse, small laughs escaping his lips as he searched for me. “Addiiieeee!” he called through the penthouse. “Come out, come out wherever you are!”

I snickered quietly to myself and quickly clasped my hand over my mouth, tightly. The cupboard door flew open and Alan’s arms reached inside and pulled me out. I screamed in a protest, but ended up erupting into a fit of laughter as he placed me over his shoulder and carried me out of the kitchen.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as I watched the tile floor change to hardwood floor as we neared the hallway.

“The bedroom, duh,” he responded and hit my butt simultaneously.

“I thought women belonged in the kitchen, though,” I retorted. He laughed and tossed me back onto the bed, my bottom bounced up at the impact of the mattress and the white, feathered pillows fluffed up around me. I immediately began to scoot back onto the bed as Alan removed his shoes, shirt, and pants. Leaving him in nothing but his boxers.

“They also belong in the bedroom,” he said lowly as he grew closer to my lips. He hovered over me and I immediately lowered myself beneath him so I was laying down. “Take off your dress, baby,” he murmured as he left soft kisses down my neck.

I pushed him off of me and removed my dress in an instant, eager to feel his body against mine. Alan smirked and watched me lay beneath him. I waited for him to do something – to kiss me, touch me, fuck me, anything. But he just stared at me.

He got up off the bed, leaving me panting and wanting with a playful smirk on his lips. He pulled a pair of shorts back on over his body and left the room before heading into the kitchen. “You fucking tease!” I yelled after him with a grin.

I awoke as I usually did – my breathing shallow and my nails digging into my chest, just over my heart where the pain resided the most. But now I was left with the feelings that my memory had given me. I was, well…turned on.

“Ads? You okay?” Adam asked from beside me. I almost jumped at the sound of his voice, but then I remembered where I was. “What’s wrong?” he asked. He turned to face me and I was thankful that I wasn’t in a fit of tears.

My body took over and I didn’t have anything to say to him, I just needed him. I sat up quickly and removed my shirt, immediately straddling him. His hands went to my hips as he stared up at me. I bent down and connected my lips to his neck, doing all that I could to be alluring and try to get him turned on so I could get what I needed.

“Damn, Addie,” Adam laughed. “You should spend the night more often.”

“Shut up,” I laughed as I lifted my lips up from his neck. With his help I pulled his shirt off of his head and bent down again, this time meeting his lips with my own. I pressed my bare chest up against his, feeling the heat of his skin against my own. It was different than what I was used to with Alan, but it felt amazing and new.

I sat up again and his hands reached up to massage my breasts. I moaned out at the feeling of his gentle hands against my skin. I didn’t care about being quiet, it was only Austin in the house and it’s not like he’d be weirded out about it or anything. I could feel Adam responding to my moans from beneath me. He reached his fingers up and began to massage me from over my underwear, causing me to moan out louder than before. I couldn’t stand to be straddling him anymore; I wanted him on top of me.

I rolled over, pulling my underwear down as I adjusted my body so I was laying beside him. He removed his own pants and boxers and immediately found his place beneath my legs. He kneeled between them, pulling them up and around his waist where I locked my ankles together behind him.

“Condom,” he said in a breath. He shook his head for a moment and tried to get out of my grasp.

I smiled at the fact that he was actually considerate enough to bring it up, unlike Alan. “I’m on birth control,” I said as I tightened my legs around him. He stopped for a moment but still continued to try and reach for his nightstand. “What are you doing?”

“I still think I want to wear a condom,” he said quietly.

I sat up quickly, actually feeling offended by his words. Did he think I was lying? Did he think that I was…diseased? “Why?” I asked a bit rudely. “I’m not lying and I don’t have an STD or anything…”

He shook his head. “It’s not that.”

“…do you have an STD?” I asked, my eyes going wide. I suddenly felt a bit too exposed and tried to cover myself up from him.

“No!” he said quickly. “No, no, no. Absolutely not,” he laughed a bit and held his hands up. “I’d just rather be safe than sorry. It’s a long story, really. I believe that you’re clean and on birth control…I don’t know…I just want to be extra careful I guess.”

I stared at him for a moment. I could see something else hidden behind his eyes, but decided to not say anything about it. “Um…okay. I can respect that. Go ahead,” I said with a slight smile. The moment was fading and I knew that Adam realized this by the way he rushed to his nightstand drawer to pull out a condom. He put it on quickly and resumed his position back in between my legs.

The sex was rough, loud, and extremely lustful. Adam lasted for a really long time and for that I was extremely grateful. I pulled the condom off of him before he could finish and placed him in my mouth, finishing him off that way. He moaned loudly as he finished, and I swallowed it all before laying back onto the pillows and panting.

“More,” I said as I wiggled around a bit. Even after having orgasmed twice I was still wanting more.

“More?” Adam asked happily. Instead of reaching for another condom, he lifted me up and into his arms, kissing all around my neck and chest. “More it is,” he mumbled against my skin.

He turned me over so I was sitting on the bed on all fours. He pushed himself into me roughly and I moaned out as he roughly thrust into me. It was amazing how he was already ready to go again, and man…the sex was amazing. Mind-blowing even. I lifted my arms up to hold onto the metal frame of the bed. Adam’s hands reached around me, grabbing onto the frame as well. He placed his hands over mine and bent down to nibble on my neck as he continued to move. He moaned into my neck a few times as I let out loud, breathless moans when he would hit deep inside me.

We finished quicker this time, and after that I was feeling more satisfied, even though I could have probably gone for more.

-

Natalie came home in the afternoon while I was out eating lunch with Adam. I already knew that she had spent those couple of hours with Austin in the bedroom…or maybe they got a little bold and went for the living room or the kitchen. I was just glad that when we got back home we didn’t walk in on anything. Especially now knowing that Natalie and Adam were siblings – that would be an awkward situation that I did not want to be there to witness.

Adam and Austin had to head out to meet up with the rest of the guys and I finally got to spend some time with Natalie. We decided to just stay at Austin’s house instead of going back to her place.

I sat down next to her on the couch and let out a loud sigh as I cradled my coffee mug in my hands. I was already exhausted and it was only four o’clock in the afternoon. “I need a nap,” I said as I sipped on my coffee.

“Yeah, Austin told me about how you and Adam woke him up at like six in the morning,” she said with a laugh. “All I have to say is…wow.”

“Why didn’t you tell me that Adam is your brother?” I asked, sitting up a bit and facing her. I set my coffee down on the table beside the couch so it could cool down some more.

“I could tell that you guys were attracted to each other and I didn’t want to make anything weird for you two,” she shrugged.

“And why didn’t you tell me about Adam and Jane?”

Natalie looked down a little bit and shrugged again. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “I don’t like to talk about that. Thinking about how depressed Adam was makes me depressed, too.”

I nodded. I could understand that feeling – it reminded me a lot of my parents and I quickly shook the thought of them and their marriage away from me. Their marriage made me lost my faith in love, and although I had my own reasons to lose faith in it, I tried my best not to. Which ultimately put me in this entire situation.

“So I guess that means you two are official now.”

I was pulled away from my thoughts by Natalie’s words. I shook my head. “No, I don’t know.” I said it so quietly and full of so much shame and regret and guilt. I couldn’t help but bow my head. I was still in love with Alan and although I did like Adam, I shouldn’t have slept with him, not like that.

“You still have feelings for Alan, don’t you?” Natalie asked quietly. She didn’t sound angry or upset with me. A bit upset about the situation, but now at me in particular. I was surprised, though. I was expecting her to attack me or yell at me. It seemed like she really admired her brother and would stick up for him – especially when his feelings were involved.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “I guess I do.”

“You need to make up your mind,” she chuckled with a laugh.

“Why aren’t you mad at me? I know why you don’t like my sister. Aren’t I practically doing the same thing that she did? Shouldn’t you yell at me? Slap me? Hate me?”

“Is that what you want me to do?” she asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows. “Honestly, yeah,” I said. I deserved to be hit for the way I was fucking everybody over. I was ruining lives left and right at this point – nobody really knew it, but nothing ever stays quiet. Not this stuff.

“Well, I’m not going to do any of that to you,” she laughed. “But only because you’re my best friend and because you and Adam aren’t even official. You’re so much different than your sister.” She mumbled the last part, probably assuming I wouldn’t hear it, but I did.

“I don’t think we’re all that different. We’re both home-wrecking bitches.”

Natalie laughed a bit. “Nah, at least you’re not claiming to be in love with Adam and then going to fuck people behind his back. You’re haven’t been dating him for a year, you’re not living with him, and you’re definitely not trying to turn his friends against him.”

What?

“Woah, what? Jane and Adam lived together? And dated for a year? I didn’t know that.”

Natalie sighed and shook her head before reaching for the remote and turning the TV off so she could focus her full attention over to me. I reached over for my coffee and took a few sips before cringing at how I had let it cool down at bit too long. I didn’t care though, I had a feeling that it was going to be a long day and I could use all of the caffeine I could get.

“Yeah. Adam and Jane dated for about a year. Moved in together and everything. That’s how we all met her – through Adam. Pretty much as soon as Alan and Jane met they had this connection that we all thought was nothing but friendship. She was screwing around behind Adam’s back for a while. Adam finally caught on and then had to go on tour with some bands so he left right after it happened. Then Alan and Jane went public and she moved into the place she’s in now. Adam doesn’t really have a house right now – he just stays here with Austin or with me or he’s on tour. All of his belongings are in storage.

“Jane turned everyone against Adam and that’s why all of the girls still like her. I tried to teach your sister a lesson about talking shit, but everybody stood up for her and that’s why I don’t associate myself with them. They all hate me and think that I did something wrong when it was really your sister. Sorry if I sound harsh, but I really hate her for what she put my brother through.”

“I had no idea about any of that,” I huffed. “Wow, looks like I don’t know shit about my sister.”

“Yeah, and the pathetic thing is that…well, I shouldn’t tell you, nobody knows about this except for me and Austin.”

“You have to tell me now,” I laughed.

Natalie looked around for a minute as if somebody was going to hear what she was about to say.

“Well, Jane showed up one night like three months ago…so a month before you moved back…and she was all crying and begging Adam to take her back and all this shit. I guess she and Alan had a fight and she was all sad and so Adam spent the entire night with her and was actually going to take her back. But then the next morning Alan called and she was right back into his arms again.”

“Did they have sex?” I asked in a hushed tone.

“Probably, I don’t really know,” Natalie shrugged. “Do not say a word to anybody about that! Especially not Adam. It’s still a touchy subject.”

I nodded and crossed my heart with my finger. “Promise not to say a word,” I concluded with a smile.

The conversation dropped as soon as we heard the front door opening.

“Women!” Austin greeted us cheerfully. “Get pretty because we’re going to a party tonight!”

-

I didn’t know who owned the house, I didn’t know anybody here (besides the boys and their girlfriends), I didn’t know what this party was for, and I didn’t know how much longer I had until I’d be face-down on the floor somewhere. I maneuvered my way through the crowd of people in the living room, careful not to let my beer bottle hit anybody or drop from my clammy hands. I for cussed my gaze on the bottle for a moment, making sure it was still intact. I ended up walking straight into a girl with black hair that was standing with her back turned to me.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” I said. I had given the girl a nasty bump and she stumbled forward a bit, but was luckily able to stable herself before completely losing her footing. “I’m really sorry!” I repeated a bit louder, hoping that she could hear me over the music.

The girl turned around with a smile on her face, but her happiness quickly fell when she looked right at me. Her left hand was resting over her stomach and her eyeliner wasn’t as dark as it usually was – she looking genuinely happy even when her face flushed at the sight of me.

“Nevermind, I’m not sorry,” I mumbled when I saw that it was Jane. I tried to continue walking forward to avoid my alcohol-induced mouth from running away from my control any further, but Jane placed a firm grasp on my wrist and made it so I couldn’t move forward any more without causing a scene. “Let go,” I spat at her.

“No,” Jane huffed. “I need to talk to you. Can you be mature enough to talk to me for five mintues?”

“Here? In the middle of a fucking crowd at some random party?”

Jane nodded. “Yeah, that way I know you’ll keep your alcoholic temper under control.”

I bit my tongue to keep my mouth shut. I hated causing a scene, and it was the last thing I wanted to do – especially while drunk at some random party. I didn’t want to be that girl: the drunk bitch who tried to start a fight.

“Okay, say whatever it is that you want to say,” I said as I tried my best to cross my arms. I ended up just sloppily holding them up against my chest since my beer bottle was preventing me from fully crossing them.

“I’m not sorry for what I said to you,” she began. “But I do still love you and you’re still my sister.”

“Well, no shit I’m still your sister. Genetics seems to be the judge of that now-a-days,” I said as I rolled my eyes. “But let me just ask you why. Why did you want me gone? I didn’t do anything to you.” My own words felt sour coming from my mouth. The lie was like poison on my tongue and I felt my veins burning with sudden anger at myself for lying to my sister when she actually had every right to hate me. She just didn’t know it yet.

“I just…you should move out anyway because when the baby comes, you’ll be in the way.” She shrugged her shoulders and avoided eye contact with me.

“You’re lying!” I pointed out in disbelief. “Plus, that’s not even a reason to be mad at me. Tell me the truth, Jane. I deserve to know after I fucking raised you.”

Jane’s head snapped back over to me as a mixture of hurt, confusion, and jealousy (maybe?) took over her features. She scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest before turning to look away. In that moment, Anouk came walking up to us. I gave her a smile and tried to immediately leave my problems with Jane behind so I wouldn’t Anouk into things. I had only really talked to her once or twice, and it was only when Phil was by her side on the night we all went out to the club together. Her once smiling, cheerful face was now serious and stern.

“What are you doing here?” she nearly choked on her words from how much hate came out with them.

I flinched a bit, taken aback by her harsh words towards me, but then I remembered that they all hated Natalie for some reason, and since I was friends with her, she probably hated me, too. I thought back to what Natalie told me about how Jane had spread rumors about Adam to ruin his reputation and turn his friends against them. Had Jane done the same to me? Had she told Anouk some lie about me that made her hate me?

I didn’t want to start anything – I was too drunk and too emotionally unstable. I shook my head and went to walk away, but I was pulled back again. This time it was Anouk who grabbed my wrist. “Get your hands off of me,” I said as calmly as I could. “I don’t have a problem with you, Anouk. I don’t want to get you involved.”

“I’m already involved, you whore.”

Now that was harsh. She was right though, I had been acting a lot like a whore as of late, but she shouldn’t know that about me. Had Alan told Jane about us? Had she found out and told everybody about it?

“That’s uncalled for,” I said without much emotion. “Now goodbye.” I tried to walk away again, but this time Anouk grabbed onto the edge of my cardigan and pulled the fabric over to her, roughly. I could hear the fabric tear as she pulled on it. I stopped moving and looked down to see where there was a large rip in my cardigan – traveling from up my side over to wear the buttons were. She nearly tore the entire front corner of it off.

That was not okay.

“Okay, no,” I laughed a bit. “I’m sorry but you have no fucking right to do that to me. I don’t even know you, Anouk. So back the fuck up.”

Anouk had an amused expression on her face –wide, alert eyes, and a sarcastic smile. She reached one hand out and tipped my beer bottle out of my hand, causing it to fall onto the carpet with a slight thump. The liquid immediately poured from the bottle neck and soaked into the beige carpet, leaving a darker spot on the ground. I felt bad for the person who lived here, but I felt even worse for Anouk because I knew that now, after she had pushed me so far, I was not going to be leaving this party without giving her a piece of my mind.

Jane immediately took a step back when she saw me lifting my head. A smile was across my lips as I thought about how she had no idea about what she had just done. I wasn’t necessarily a violent person, but if you get lucky enough to catch me in the right state of mind – I had no problem with throwing a deserving punch.

“Wow, you really just don’t get it, do you?” I laughed. “How much clearer can I get? Fuck off, Anouk. This is my last warning…you might want to take it.”

“Oh, you think you’re tough shit, do you?” she chuckled and lightly pushed on my shoulders. I bumped into the people behind me and when they turned around to see what was happening, a circle was beginning to form around us so people could give us room and better observe the cat-fight that was about to happen. “All you’ve done is fuck everything up since you got here.”

“I haven’t done shit. And even if I did, it doesn’t concern you! I don’t even fucking know you, and you definitely do not know me. So get your head out of your ass and walk away.”

“Another warning? I thought I already got my ‘last warning’. Make up your mind,” she laughed and pushed me again. “Or are you too much of a pussy to actually do something?”

I didn’t want to hit Anouk, I really didn’t, but it seemed that she really wanted me to. I cocked my right arm back and hit her in the cheek, causing her head to turn to the side at the impact. She let out a small whimper as she clutched her cheek and bent over a bit. I would have left it at one punch, but I guess that wasn’t enough for her.

Anouk lunged at me and immediately tangled her hands into my hair and pulled on it as hard as she could so she could pull my head back. I took this as an opportunity to knee her in the stomach as my body was bending backward from the force she was putting on my head. Anouk doubled over and leaning into her pulls, causing us to tumble down onto the ground. I could feel the wetness of the beer that Anouk had knocked out of my hand and I couldn’t help but wonder where the beer bottle went.

Anouk got a couple hits in on my face and I continued to kick my legs up and knee her. I pulled back on her hair with my left hand while I used my right palm to push up on her nose. Her face scrunched up in a disgusting shape and I felt disgusted by my own actions. Anouk gripped a hand around my throat and panic began to set in. How far was she willing to take this fight? I had only been in a couple of quarrels before, but never had they been this bad. It was usually a few punches, slaps, scratching and then we would get separated. But nobody was separating us. I looked around for a moment and saw faces that I didn’t recognize standing around and watching, most of them with their phones out to record the fight.

Why are people so evil?

I pushed up harder on her nose and I could feel her breathing become ragged on my palm, but I continued to push. I felt like my face was swelling by the amount of pressure I was feeling from the lack of oxygen I was getting. Her hand gripped tighter around my throat and I let out an involuntary whimper and gurgle.

I had no choice but to pull my palm back and then ram it back onto her nose, pushing up and feeling the instant crack and downpour of blood against my palm. She let out a scream and finally let go of my throat. She climbed off of me and sat on her knees while both of her hands covered her nose to catch the blood that was spilling out.

“You broke my fucking nose!” she cried out.

“You were going to fucking strangle me to death!” I shouted back.

I thought the fight was over for sure and I decided to stand up so I could leave this place. I began to push my way through the crowd, but before I could get far, I heard somebody shout, “Look out!”

And then I felt a harsh crack against the side of my head, followed by a sting. I dropped to my knees and put one hand over the area that hurt, just above my right ear. My head began to feel light and my body was weighing me down even lower than it already was. All I could think was why is this happening as I brought my hand down to look at the blood that was oozing from the side of my head. I fell over sideways with my eyes still open. I looked straight ahead just as my eyelids grew heavy and my vision began to tunnel-in on one object lying on the ground beside me with my blood staining the label.

Oh, there’s my beer bottle.

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