My Best Friend's Brother: Moth To A Flame

Chapter Four

Dahlia Vance

The noise from the party fades, and all my focus is on the annoying biker and the storm growing in the night sky.

"Are you stalking me?" I snap, crossing my arms.

From behind me, I hear a loud gasp. I turn my head to see Mia looking at the door with her eyes wide open and her palms covering her agape mouth.

"Asher?" She muffles as tears trickle down her cheeks.

I return my gaze to the mysterious biker. He takes off his helmet and shakes his head, splashing droplets of rain on my face.

Asshole.

"Mia." He says, his bright blue eyes softening. It reminds me of Mia's half—

Hell no, this can't he him. Is it—?

I step away from the door for Mia to step forward.

"How have you been?" The biker who i suspect to be Mia's brother asks. His tall frame leans against the door, but he's still outside.

Mia wipes her face with the back of her palm and purses her lips. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead."

He exhales, his hand brushing his hair away from his face. Despite the tense atmosphere, I can't help but notice unreal he looks. Like how many guys are born to be so tall, muscular but not bulky, and then those eyes. Those eyes.

I'm lost in my thoughts the whole time but the sound of the door slamming shut draws me back to reality.

Mia's pressing her back against the door, bawling as tears roll down uncontrollably from her eyes. She crumbles to the floor and keeps crying. I join her on my knees on the floor.

"Mia, talk to me." I say, my heart heavy. "What's wrong? What happened?"

She says nothing but she doesn't stop crying either. I look around and i notice some people were already starting to notice.

I help Mia up to her feet and lead her up the flight of stairs and into her bedroom. It's in a mess as usual but I find a clear spot on her bed to lead her to.

"Talk to me. Please." I beg, tears starting to trickle down my face too. It's rare to see Mia cry or sad. She's the happy one between us.

I rush to the windows and i can see his silhouette in the dark. The rain is starting to pour but he remains there, watching me watch him. I stick out a middle finger before shutting the blinds and rushing back to the bed.

Throughout the night, i try to convince Mia to tell me what happened but she just keeps on crying. I later give up and roll up in bed with her.

The party ends and soon the house is quiet and free from strawling teenagers and party freaks. Mia cries to sleep while i cuddle her like a three year old.

Although i know the trouble awaiting me at home, I don't regret coming tonight. Who else would have been with Mia tonight? Andrea? Hell no.

Soon later under the sound of the storm, I shut my eyes and the next time i open them, a ray of sunlight from a gap in the windows is aimed directly at my face.

I wince from the discomfort of sleeping in my tight gown . My phone buzzes somewhere and i search all over the bed for it. Finally i grab it.

"Seven past ten." I gasp out, my heart kick starting. I had twenty missed calls from Dad and another thirty from Mum.

Gently, I lift Mia's head off my arm and then roll off the bed. Mia groans quietly and rolls to another side of the bed but she doesn't wake up.

I plant a kiss on her forehead and cover her with more blankets. She look so sad even asleep.

I feel like finding Mr biker and making him pay for making my bestfriend sad.

As soon as i open the bedroom door, the smell of alcohol, cigarettes and dirty dishes waft through my nose. I have so much work to do here before going home, and so i spend the next hour cleaning up.

With a fat black garbage bag slung over my shoulder, i open the front door. The morning sunlight shines beautifully on the wet lawn. I love it whenever the sun is out after a rainy night.

I attempt to whistle one of Dad's favorite tunes as i walk down the three flight of stairs, and then I see him.

He's sitting on his bike at the same spot i had watched him from Mia's window last night. He's wide awake, a cigarette burning between his lips.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, dropping the garbage on the ground.

He watches me for a second and then takes the cigarette away from his lips, letting out a cloud of smoke.

"Is that the Brookwood's way of saying 'Good morning'?" He says, his eyes fixed on me. They're less bright this morning and i doubt he has had a minute of sleep since i saw him last night.

The smoke drifts past me and i grimace from the smell. Dad says only degenerates smoke, and just for this moment, i agree.

I pick up the garbage bag and begin to make my way to the backyard to dump it.

Before i make the turn, he asks. "How's my sister?"

I roll my eyes and keep walking. I throw the bag into the dumpster, and as i shut the lid, my eyes catches a sight that nearly sends me into cardiac arrest.

The Maserati.

I scream out as i rush to the driveway where i had parked it last night.

Someone had hit it with beer cans and had written "b***h" with a spray. The tyres are deflated and covered in ketchup.

I'm near the verge of insanity with Asher walks on over to me.

"It looks like you have fans." He laughs.

I look up to meet his gaze and he only laughs harder.

"This isn't funny." I snap as I walk around to see even more damage at the rear end. The back lights have been broken.

This had to be Andrea. It had to be.

"How's my sister?" He asks again, his eyes looking at Mia's window this time around. I steal a glance at him and quickly look away when he returns his gaze to me.

I let out a sigh. "Mia's not fine, and she clearly doesn't want to see you."

His shoulder droops and he looks up at the sky. I wonder what he could have done to piss Mia off so bad.

"Do you need a ride home?" He asks, walking back to his bike.

"Of course not." I cross my arms, opening the car door.

He shrugs and brings out a gift box from his backpack. He drops it on Mia's porch, murmurs inaudible words to himself before returning to his bike.

I turn on the car but as soon as i tried to move, all i hear is loud screeching of wheels against tar.

Stupid. My tyres have been deflated

"Last chance." Asher says, wearing his helmet.

I groan before stepping out of the car.

His motorbike is rumbling as I struggle onto it.

"Hold on tight." He says before riding onto the street.

I had no choice but to wrap my arms tight around his waist, and hope this man's desire for speed is due to expertise not recklessness.

He smells like rain and cigarettes, and as we ride along the high forest trees leading to the Vance estate, I could have thought i was slipping into a trance.

At last, we get to the iron gates. There are more guards on stand than usual.

As soon as they spot me, they aim their rifles at Asher and begin to speak urgently into their walkie talkies.

"You live here?"

I nod my head as i find my way down from the bike.

His eyes scans the environment and the three storey Victorian mansion looming in the background, surrounded by the woods.

"It looks warm and welcoming."

I chuckle at his sarcasm and strangely I wish i can stay longer away from the gates, but I don't want to risk the guards shooting Mia's brother.

"I'll see you around?"

He nods and smiles before riding off. That was the same thing he did years ago. Nod and disappear.

After he vanishes, i look down and i notice i had fallen his backpack while coming down.

I pick it up and the sound of clinking metal draw my attention. I unzip it and reach into the bag. The first thing i touch is cold and heavy. I lift it and my eyes nearly pops out of its socket.

It's a gun. I open the bag wider and I see two daggers in it. One of it is smeared with stale blood.

"What the hell."

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