On Your Knees, Stepsister

Not a figure of speech

“Lylah?” The voice was insistent.

I closed my eyes, pretending I imagined the voice. There was no way Kaelin would be here, no f*****g way. He wouldn't know I wasn't at home unless he had his men….

Wait, did he?

“What the f**k, man?!”

Sounds of flesh meeting flesh and the snapping of bones caused me to peek my eyes open. I widened them in horror, a shriek leaving my lips as Kaelin pounced on Dan. I had to snap out of my shock when I realized he would bloody kill him if I didn't step in.

We were far from the entrance of the club, not out back, but the light out here kept flickering on and off like a horror movie. I didn't notice it when I was packed out here, but now I do, and it wasn't funny. The light, and the strangled sounds Dan made didn't make it any easier. And let's not forget, we were the only ones around.

“Stop!” I screamed, reaching for Kaelin. I held his hand, and half expected him to shove me like I'd seen countless times in movies, but he didn't. He stopped mid-swing and turned to look at me, eyes blazing with anger and his face twisted in a snarl. He looked capable of murder at that moment, his rage barely contained as he strained against my hold, intent on getting to the other man.

“Kaelin,” I whispered his name, hoping again that I would get to him

He didn't respond. Instead, his glare intensified, making me fear he might lunge at me instead. His entire being seemed to radiate aggression, and I had to hold firm to defuse the situation.

He held my gaze, while Dan whimpered under him. I thought we would remain in that position until he rose, letting go of the hold he had on Dan's shirt. He tossed him to the ground like he was a sack of potatoes and his hand closed around my wrist.

Wordlessly, he dragged me with him, his strides long. I wanted to argue, to ask him to let go, but I couldn't, not when he looked like he wouldn't mind tossing me into a blender and grinding the hell out of me.

When we got to his car, he opened the door and shoved me, shutting the door without checking if I was properly f*****g seated!

He walked around the car and went in, putting on his seatbelt without sparing a glance at me.

I sat up and cleared my throat. “How did you know where to find me?”

He didn't respond. He only started the car and drove off, almost throwing me out from the force he used. I had to put on my seatbelt without being told, certain he might repeat what he just did.

The silence between us was so thick, you could slice through it like butter and even eat some bread with it. It was uncomfortable and had me squirming in my seat, scared of what was going to happen when we reached his house because I knew that was where he was taking me.

“My car is back at the bar,” I said, starting another conversation and hoping he would join, but he didn't. He kept his face straight, his jaw ticking as he clenched his fists on the steering wheel, so hard, I feared he might snap it.

I'd seen Kaelin mad, but the look in his eyes when I stopped him before he went off on the guy was something else entirely.

Kaelin would have murdered without a second thought. His eyes said it all.

“Kaelin, I —”

The words I intended to say died in my throat when he looked at me. I had to swallow them down with an invisible glass of water. My throat felt like there were shreds of glass on it.

I closed my mouth and clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I wanted so badly to run my mouth like always, but I was wise enough to know keeping it shut was the best solution at the moment. Kaelin didn't look like he was in the mood to entertain me. He might have said nothing, but the promise in those eyes alone scared me shitless.

I looked away from him and focused on the window, counting the trees we passed until we got to his house, a place I called home until our parents' death.

The guards opened the gate, and he drove in, killing the engine when he parked at his spot. He got out, stared at me for a few seconds before he turned and walked towards the house, expecting me to go with him.

The key was in the ignition. He didn't bother taking it with him. He just left it there, testing me to know if I would go with him or take the car and run off. I weighed my chances, calculated everything, until I realised running would only bring more harm than good.

All he needed was just a phone call to that f*****g George, to cancel everything he had worked out for me.

I gritted my teeth, almost snapping my jaw from the force. The bastard knew he had me at a disadvantage. He knew I had no choice, that I would always run back to him if I wanted to save myself.

I had nothing else to blame but my luck. If only fate weren't such a damned bloody b***h, things would have been different.

I let myself out of the car after spending minutes in there, delaying the inevitable. I dragged my feet towards the house, afraid of what awaited me in there with that sadistic murderer. I once accused him of drinking people's blood, but now that I know he might have actually done that, after everything I had witnessed, I had every reason to be scared for my life.

The devil…

It wasn't just a figure of speech. He's the devil.

I pushed the door open, the creaking sound intensifying in my mind, and raising my blood pressure. My heart did a backflip as I stepped in fully, looking around to see if I could glimpse him.

He wasn't in the sitting room, so I climbed the stairs. Each step taken felt like I was walking on thorns.

When I got to the first floor, I intended to go to the study, expecting him to be there; however, the light coming from my old room caused me to change direction. With my heart in my throat and my palms sweaty as f**k, I stepped forward, going towards the place I never knew I would return to. At least not in this lifetime.