•28• Gerrard

“Priscil-” Ruben almost shouts out when the door bangs open, falling to the floor with a deafening thud.

I pull away from her, my arm sliding securely around her waist as we turn to face an appalled-looking Ruben. It doesn’t take him long to realise what’s going on here.

”Is that a hickey on your neck?!” he exclaims at Priscilla, pointing an accusing finger her way.

But you know what? He really shouldn’t have, because all that does- is that I’m in his face in the next second.

”It is, fucker,” I growl in his face menacingly, but I have to lean so low to match his height. “Got a problem with it?”

He glowers at me, but it’s hard to do when I’m towering over him. A scurry of footsteps in the hall reaches my ears, and I look up from the bastard in time to see his father and my mother standing by the doorway to my room, Keith and Bru behin