Coveted {FINISHED}

|Chapter Five |

To say my jaw hurt was the worlds largest understatement. By the time my eyes were able to make out colours and shapes, the pain roared through my face. I moaned out letting my eyes flutter close again as my hand weakly pressed against the source of the pain. 

"Dude what the f**k?!" I heard Jeremy yell, I was pretty sure he was the one squeezing my shoulder as I rolled around on the ground slightly. 

"I . . . I didn't mean . . ." Ian's voice was weak as I felt someone else press their fingers over mine. That same warmth started its way around my jaw but I slapped the hand away before trying to sit up. Jeremy helped as he wrapped his arms around my back keeping me up. 

"No healing," I groaned, leaning my body into Jeremy. My head was still spinning and the only person I could trust to not go power crazy was him. He helped me to my feet keeping his grip around my waist tight as I leaned my head on his shoulder trying to clear my vision. He doesn't get to forget. He can look at my face and feel guilty that little s**t! 

"You're in pain, I can make-" Shane started ready to take a step forwards but I held out a shaky hand making him stop. 

"I know but I don't want it." Finally, I was able to make out their faces. Shane looked slightly hurt but he hid it with a concerned frown, Regan's face was still blank his eyes glued to me as I glanced over at Ian standing hunched in the doorway still. His eyes fell from mine to the ground, his lips parting ready to say something but he sided against it and shook his head before mumbling an apology and disappearing into the hallway. 

Seriously?! Sorry! Are you f*****g kidding me?!

"Hey come on," Jeremy whispered, leading me out of the kitchen leaving the other brothers behind. We walked out into the hallway, Ian was already gone. We made our way to a small door located to the right where a large bathroom sat. The floors were a marble white glistening against the yellow glow from the lights. There were no windows but there was half a wall separating the toilet from the large shower. There was no door, simply a frosted wall glass to stand behind. A bathtub lay on the other corner opposite the shower, it was large and oval bubble jets lined at the bottom with shelves covered in various products. To our side, the wall was a complete mirror with two sinks beside each other. 

Jeremy unwrapped his arm from me letting me take in the massive bathroom. "Wow," I breathed forgetting the pain on my jaw for a second.

"Yeah, it's our favourite room." Jeremy perked in, satisfied at my appreciation. "Designed this room myself three years ago. You should see the fights that go down just to take a s**t in here!"

"No thanks," I added quickly, "I think I've had enough fights to last me a lifetime."

"You know . . ." Jeremy started, his eyes falling from mine as he reached a hand to the back of his hair. "Ian, he didn't mean to do it. When you touched him, he just picked up on what you were feeling."

"Maybe he should learn some control then." I forced out through my teeth before sighing. It wasn't his fault, Jeremy was just sticking up for his brother and I knew exactly what it was, what happened but that didn't change the anger bubbling in my chest. He was supposed to control it and yet somehow, he can't control a single thing. Don't act like it's easy, your normal you don't get to be such a b***h. Neither does he and that's exactly why I'll keep it up longer. Last night he held it against me, I can hold this against him for a little bit longer. No matter how petty, my jaw hurt and it was still his fault. Everything he said before .  . . That was all him.

"Look just take a soak in the tub or relax in the shower, you'll feel way better after. I'll go rough up my brothers ass just for you." He muttered with a smile, his hand gently stroking my cheek as I let my eyes hold his. As soon as he closed the door, I let my hands yank off my top and I pulled off my underwear letting the water in the shower run. Walking back to the mirror I stared at my reflection, the steam rising up behind me. 

The side of my jaw was still a dark red, a shadow of blue slowly breaking the surface but as my eyes dropped lower I couldn't help the small smile. All the bruises were gone even the ones from before the accident. I was clean, there was nothing to hide anymore. And it was all thanks to Shane. 

Sighing, I slowly walked behind the frosted glass and let the hot drops of water fall over me almost scorching my skin. This was all still so crazy, what was I supposed to do? How was I gonna leave this place, they didn't seem to have much faith in the cops and to be fair neither did I. He would get off free with the help of his father . . . Maybe they knew that . . .

My thoughts cut off at the gentle knocking against the door, my eyes glued to the glass. "Hey . . . Can I come in? I just wanted to have a talk . . . It won't be long."

I looked down at my feet, my hands wrapping around the back of my neck letting my fingers tangle into the wet strands. "Sure," I replied weakly hearing Regan close the door and take slow steps pausing by the sinks opposite the frosted glass. He cleared his voice before speaking. 

"How are you?"

"Take a guess," I muttered with a small chuckle trying to hide the awkwardness from my voice. Cause there's nothing awakes about this. 

"Yeah . . . It's not usually so hectic around here. You have some really strong energy around you."

"Strong? Have you met me?" I said feeling myself loosen up a little. 

"I would say you are." He said, his voice completely serious. "No one knows what you've been through but you and the fact that you are here means you were strong enough to last. Ian is a ball of contradictions. His power is so different from ours, he struggles more dealing with his emotions and than others. You . . . You are hard to control for him."

There was a pause my mind still stunned at how smoothly he defended Ian. "That of course does not excuse the way he spoke to you." He added. When I didn't reply, he took a few steps closer to the glass. "He wants to apologise. I think now would be a good time."

A good time? When I'm taking a shower?! What the hell!

"The frosted glass blocks you from sight, it should make it easier. After that Ian will stay far from you until we find some way to help." 

"Should?" I breathed weakly but just like that he was walking away and another set of footprints sounded after the door clicked shut. Theirs was heavy and walked quicker towards the sinks. Great, one to one meetings with four brothers while taking a shower. Can't get any weirder, can it?!

He didn't speak for a minute and that only annoyed me a little more, "Don't get annoyed!" He snapped sensing it but I couldn't help it. He ticked me off and just hearing him throw demands was enough to make my blood boil. "Seriously, I'm trying to be nice don't get pissed off!"

I could hear the strain behind his yell but I couldn't help it either!

"What do you want me to do?! I can't just flip a switch and stop hating you!" I yelled back feeling myself getting more and more worked up. He couldn't control it . . .

"Think of something else that's not killing me!"

"Like what?!" I yelled before my own brain turned against me. The image of his chest glistening against the low glow of the lamp sprang to my head and before I knew it, I couldn't stop replaying the events the way his hand's had felt digging through my clothes into my skin. My hands fell against the frosted glass, my forehead pressing against down on the cool damp wall as I let out a shaky breath. I had no control of my mind, the heat from my anger turning into an antagonizing need. It was hard to breathe and I could faintly hear his groan. "I-I can't stop-"

"I tapped in." He breathed, his voice gruff. "You need to break it think of . .  . Something . .  ."

"I can't," I whispered trying my hardest but we were fighting each other, he was expanding it without control and I don't have the brainpower! My panic was the only thing keeping me from collapsing to my knees. How does he do it with other people? Why does he have no control?! 

"f**k!" He groaned, I heard his fist slam against the marble sinks before his footsteps bounded to the glass, my eyes wide knowing he was about to throw himself against it.

"No! I'm touching-" but it was too late. The glass vibrated with the thud and my legs shook, my whole body exploding as my heart hammered harder waves of need washing through me. "Oh my God," I breathed, his shadow looming over me as he stepped around the glass. I looked up past my hair, his eyes dark pools as he took one stride towards me, his hand wrapping around my arm and pulling me to his chest. There were no words, I just wanted more my mind a swirl as I moaned out feeling his hands dig into my hips throwing me against the cold wall the pain a perfect pressure as his lips latched to my neck his teeth grazing the soft skin under my jaw. 

My hands were burning, my very being gasping as my hands yanked at his jeans but all it took was one of his hands suspending both of mine above my head to stop me. His eyes locked on mine, his jaw tight and his other hand roamed around my back gripping my ass until I was moaning out and wincing at the pain. He dug his torso hard against me, my hips unable to grind against him as he pressed his erection against my thigh. He gently released my hands trailing his fingers down my arm tenderly making me squirm against him.

I couldn't speak, I just wanted him.

He ran his thumb down the centre of my lips catching my bottom lip and leaning forwards, "I have to apologise," he muttered, his words making my stomach crumble into need. His voice low and demanding, his eyes showing no sight of restraint anymore. We were completely lost. But his hand-dug tighter into me until my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. And within a second my hands leapt to his hair, my chest rising as he lifted his head to rest against mine, his lips grazing mine so gently and his teeth lashing out gingerly like a warning with his hands gripping my neck, "I'm gonna make it up to you. Right now. Right here."