روايات وقصص ضمن I Took The Fall For My Brother Story

Ashton followed a little while after sitting down beside me. "I lost my family to a gang clash on the same night that my boyfriend declared me a tool for his pleasure, I broke up with him while I hand to tend to my brother who was in a coma, and after waiting eight long months of waiting, he passed away too." I started telling my story. "The doctor who treated my brother took me in and when I wouldn't give myself to him..." I zoned off as I thought about all the bad things in my life till now, but I couldn't stop now, I had to do this for Ashton.

“Get out. You are too fat, I'm sure using the stairs will be beneficial to you. When you're done, come to room 205.” My jaw hung open at his words. What had happened to my brother? Travis would never have said something like that to me before all this. I gulped at the hurtful words and started walking up the stairs. I had almost walked halfway when my head started swimming. I stopped, gasping as my vision went dark and I fell. I tried clawing for a hold as I fell, but it was impossible. I thought I would fall to my death when a hand caught me. I was pulled against a solid chest and I sputtered as his arms caught around my waist.

I found it disappointing that he would abuse his position like this. In my previous life, I foolishly assumed that I'd made a mistake, and I'd disappointed him as a result. No matter how horribly he treated me, I'd never resented him for it. As it turned out, David and Mia had been plotting to frame me since the very beginning. Based on what I remembered, David had always been a loving brother to me. However, when he had to choose between me and Mia, he'd always prioritize Mia and sacrifice me instead. Since that was the case, I'd be better off without a brother like him.

My scholarship was revoked the next day, and the Dean, Isabella’s father, made sure that I was expelled, humiliated, and abandoned. I moved to a small town in the Pack due to the shame. But when it became too unbearable, I moved to Bloodhound Pack, started working at a dive bar, and found myself in a shoebox apartment. But tonight? Tonight, Juliet reminded me of everything I’d tried to forget. Hissing loudly, I pulled out my phone and blocked Juliet. Then I leaned against the brick wall of the bar’s back entrance and cried until my vision blurred. Suddenly, a honk jerked me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes to see a shiny black SUV rolling up beside the curb.

I stuttered. Spilling all those words felt like I was being scraped inside out with a carver knife. “I had something to do with that.” I added, tarrying. “No you didn't.” Chase said, objecting. “Is it bad enough that you made me take the fall for the crap you pulled with Jessica, now you wanna take glory for putting Rudd out of County High?” He asked, looking very disgusted. It's the first time he spoke since the great revelation started, and I'm sad it had to be to me.

What was I even doing, thinking about what I did with my husband in the presence of his little brother? “Nothing. Just the hunt,” I lied. “Ah, it must have been your first time attending the hunt,” he said. “Why weren’t you there?” I asked. “I was sick. I fell from the stairs,” he said. “Fell?” It felt such a coincidence that he fell right before the hunt. “Did you see my limp? It’s more profound than before. It’s because of the fall,” Theodore explained. I did notice his limp and it was true that it was more profound. There was also a bluish bruise the side of his temple.

It turned out that he was capable of being gentle, but that gentleness was never meant for me. I ran back to my bedroom. The heavy door blocked out the sounds of the world. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart, echoing in my chest. Twelve years ago, in that rain-slicked alley, Timoteo had reached out to me. He taught me how to fire a gun and corrected my posture step by step. He told me it was the only way to survive in the mafia world. Seven years ago, in Sirithi, I took a bullet for him. He swore he'd never abandon me and that he'd protect me forever.

Emma said. "I think you're eighteen and brave and in over your head and probably the most honest person on this deck right now, which counts for something." Patricia tilted her head. "I think my brother is a good man who has been standing in the rubble of one life and refusing to build another one because he's terrified of causing more damage. And I think you walked in and made him forget to be terrified for approximately four seconds, and for Marcus, that is — frankly, it's significant." Emma pressed the cool glass against her palm.

Tell me why I can't fall for him? He's Lucian Archer, a certified playboy and your brother. I almost forgot. "Why? Just a tacky necklace", I shot back before I could stop myself. Tears brimmed my eyes immediately. I was angry at myself for being so vulnerable, moved by a piece of jewelry. But this could keep me safe. He's just trying to make me fall for him. I tuned out the voice in my head and faced him squarely. I didn't mean to be rude, but my emotions are riling up. Is he doing this on purpose? Doing little things that would melt my heart and make me fall for him! Who the hell does he think he is?!

"Can you actually live without my brother?" "Yes," I tell him steadily, even though my whole body is shaking. "Yes, I can. I can live without Killian too, if that's what it takes. But please, Damian, don't do this. Please come down from there." I take a slow step closer, extending my hand toward him, palm open, and after a long, agonizing moment, he finally reaches back and takes it. I pull him gently off the ledge, and we both collapse onto the rooftop together, his whole body shaking as he sobs into my shoulder, repeating over and over how sorry he is, how sorry, how sorry.