followed her and started getting my cup ready. As soon as I began to pour the steaming liquid into my cup his voice bellowed from the basement with a growl.
"Dammit, Ryley, get down here!" It shook me so much that he would yell at me like that, especially in front of his grandma, that I knocked my cup and coffee went all over the counter.
"Shoot! I'm sorry Gram. Let me—"
"Nonsense. Go on down, Ryley." She dried the outside of my cup and handed it to me.
I thought about just going home. I was tired and Gage was obviously not in the best mood, but doing that would make him in an even worse mood. Those last few weeks, he had been in an increasingly bad mood. The compliments had stopped, the smiles stopped, hell, even the sex stopped.
Making it downstairs, I put the CD on the table and walked over to sit on the couch by Gage. Half asleep, he didn't even look at me while he stared at the TV, watching wrestling.
"What time'd you get in?" I asked, trying not to make him even angrier.
"Late. Nick had to bring me home. Crashed on the couch down here till just a little bit ago."
"Oh." Was all I could say. He looked like he had been up all night drinking. Red eyes, irritated temper. "Well, I can go so you can get some rest."
"Nah, I got work to do for Gram in a little bit. Old woman can't do anything for herself anymore," he huffed and got up from the couch.
I saw him stop as soon as he passed the table, then back up like something caught his attention. He turned and smiled.
"This a love CD or something, Ry?" he sneered.
"What?" Why was my heart starting to beat faster?
"This dumb CD my brother gave you. What's really on it?" he wondered out loud as he walked over to the CD player. I stood to grab it from him, but he put his arm out stopping me, then gave me a questionable look. "Let's take a listen." His smile was evil, just evil. Who was this guy?
"Gage, you look tired. Why don't you grab some rest. I'm sure Gram will understand if you don't get started right away."
"Sit!" he ordered. I obeyed, not understanding why.
Gage put the CD in and pressed 'play'. He stood back and folded his arms across his chest while his eyes bored into mine. He was well built, muscles shaping the sleeves of his shirt, and with that look on his face he seemed menacing.
The first song, Light Years, was my absolute favorite song. I used to try and make Liam listen to it nonstop, but he always made fun of me. This wasn't on any of the CDs he kept in the car. Gage recognized this and cocked his head while glaring at me.
"Interesting," he muttered.
Clicking through the songs, Gage's demeanor got more and more tense and I became more and more ready to leave. Leave and find Liam and ask him what this was all about. Maybe he made this for his girlfriend of the month and just got our CDs mixed up. By the time 'Say Something' blasted through the speakers, Gage had enough. Turning the player off, he turned to me with the most sinister look on his face.
"You fuckin' my brother?" he growled. My heart was hammering in my chest; I didn't know why I was so nervous.
"What? No!" I practically yelled as I hopped up from the couch.
"Bull. None of those songs are songs he has in the car, Ry." He walked towards me and I got a terrible feeling this was going nowhere good, and fast. Gage's temper was something I never wanted to mess with.
"He had to get it mixed up. Let me just take it back to him and get the correct one." I tried grabbing the CD but his grip made it to my forearm first. Squeezing hard, he stared into my eyes. The eyes that I grew up with, the ones I thought I might be learning to love as much as I loved his brother's had changed into something awful.
"You won't go see him, got it?" His grip kept getting tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it.
"You are hurting me, Gage," I whispered, willing myself not to cry in front of him.
He
"Dammit, Ryley, get down here!" It shook me so much that he would yell at me like that, especially in front of his grandma, that I knocked my cup and coffee went all over the counter.
"Shoot! I'm sorry Gram. Let me—"
"Nonsense. Go on down, Ryley." She dried the outside of my cup and handed it to me.
I thought about just going home. I was tired and Gage was obviously not in the best mood, but doing that would make him in an even worse mood. Those last few weeks, he had been in an increasingly bad mood. The compliments had stopped, the smiles stopped, hell, even the sex stopped.
Making it downstairs, I put the CD on the table and walked over to sit on the couch by Gage. Half asleep, he didn't even look at me while he stared at the TV, watching wrestling.
"What time'd you get in?" I asked, trying not to make him even angrier.
"Late. Nick had to bring me home. Crashed on the couch down here till just a little bit ago."
"Oh." Was all I could say. He looked like he had been up all night drinking. Red eyes, irritated temper. "Well, I can go so you can get some rest."
"Nah, I got work to do for Gram in a little bit. Old woman can't do anything for herself anymore," he huffed and got up from the couch.
I saw him stop as soon as he passed the table, then back up like something caught his attention. He turned and smiled.
"This a love CD or something, Ry?" he sneered.
"What?" Why was my heart starting to beat faster?
"This dumb CD my brother gave you. What's really on it?" he wondered out loud as he walked over to the CD player. I stood to grab it from him, but he put his arm out stopping me, then gave me a questionable look. "Let's take a listen." His smile was evil, just evil. Who was this guy?
"Gage, you look tired. Why don't you grab some rest. I'm sure Gram will understand if you don't get started right away."
"Sit!" he ordered. I obeyed, not understanding why.
Gage put the CD in and pressed 'play'. He stood back and folded his arms across his chest while his eyes bored into mine. He was well built, muscles shaping the sleeves of his shirt, and with that look on his face he seemed menacing.
The first song, Light Years, was my absolute favorite song. I used to try and make Liam listen to it nonstop, but he always made fun of me. This wasn't on any of the CDs he kept in the car. Gage recognized this and cocked his head while glaring at me.
"Interesting," he muttered.
Clicking through the songs, Gage's demeanor got more and more tense and I became more and more ready to leave. Leave and find Liam and ask him what this was all about. Maybe he made this for his girlfriend of the month and just got our CDs mixed up. By the time 'Say Something' blasted through the speakers, Gage had enough. Turning the player off, he turned to me with the most sinister look on his face.
"You fuckin' my brother?" he growled. My heart was hammering in my chest; I didn't know why I was so nervous.
"What? No!" I practically yelled as I hopped up from the couch.
"Bull. None of those songs are songs he has in the car, Ry." He walked towards me and I got a terrible feeling this was going nowhere good, and fast. Gage's temper was something I never wanted to mess with.
"He had to get it mixed up. Let me just take it back to him and get the correct one." I tried grabbing the CD but his grip made it to my forearm first. Squeezing hard, he stared into my eyes. The eyes that I grew up with, the ones I thought I might be learning to love as much as I loved his brother's had changed into something awful.
"You won't go see him, got it?" His grip kept getting tighter and tighter until I couldn't take it.
"You are hurting me, Gage," I whispered, willing myself not to cry in front of him.
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