Caught between my bully and my step brother

Chapter 10

Trent POV

" What the hell was that today ? " Toby snaps, following me into my room.

I rolled my eyes, keeping my back to him, my shoulders hunched as anger radiated me.

" What the f*ck do you think it was ? " I growled under my breath, not in the mood to deal with the guy that had been my brother for as long as I can remember.

I saw the way her eyes watched me in fear, it p*ssed me off, but what the hell did I expect? I had to turn my head away from her and try and gain some composure before my fist hit the table. Her fear , p*ssed me off. But only because I knew it was all our fault. I don't know when I had the epiphany or the moment my head switched gears. Maybe when I had her against me and her hard n*****s caught my attention and my d**k had been like steel, or the fact I had, confusingly at the time, really enjoyed it a little too much that she was squashed between me and Toby. Don't get it twisted. I'm not into Toby, but her between us f*ck that had just pleased me more than I liked to admit.

" I think it is you going against what we promised each other, "he snapped.

I whirled around and gritted my teeth. " All I did was talk to her. What about that was breaking our promise ? " I asked, my hands going by my sides and my fists curling.

" You look real pretty today, doll ? Real f*cking pretty. How the hell was that not breaking our promise ? " He hissed as his hands ran through his hair.

" Our promise was none of us could date her or f*ck her, me telling her she looked nice was not me doing that, was it ? " I argued back.

He narrowed his eyes at me, his jaw was set, his lips thinned. He stared at me, his eyes looking over me. " I know what you're doing, it won't work, Trent. I'll tell you why too. One she hates us, we have made her life hell pretty much her whole life. Two what you suggest, that we both have her is the most f*cked up thing I've heard of. Three she is my step sister Trent "he huffs out.

" Why is it f*cked up ? " I ask , crossing my arms now over my chest.

He glares harder. "Can you really say you would be OK watching me f*ck her ? " He snapped.

I shrugged , " I'd deal with it if it meant finally being able to have her. Aren't you f*cking tired of wanting her, obsessing over her and watching her break every time we f*ck her over to just selfishly be in her space for just a second ? " I ask him.

He turns and gives me his back. " I can't do it, Trent, I won't, and you better f*cking not either" he snaps before storming off and walking out of my room, slamming the door behind him.

I grind my teeth, anger consuming me. I know he feels what I feel , I know that there is this pull, this f*cked up obsession that craves her, the sick kind that wouldn't be above k********g her, tying her to a bed and never letting her go. Over the years, it turned from a crush to an addiction, and now it eats me whole. Every time I have managed to lay my hands on her, it just makes it worse. Every time I look at her, it festers like a rabid beast within me that is starving and feral.

Hell, we changed our whole life's path for her to what ? To watch her from a distance be as miserable as we are. We had full rides to play pro, and we willingly gave it up, and I know full well not one of us would ever regret doing it because it would have meant leaving her behind. And he just wants to carry on with the same bull sh*t we always had ? F*ck him and f*ck that.

The only thing I would ever regret not going pro would be if we just watched her from a far away, and we didn't try to reap the reward of her. Because then what the f*cking sh*t would the point of all of this been for ?

Storming after him, I saw him in our small living room. We bunk together in a shared apartment. We didn't see the point of his dad paying for us separate rooms like he had her. We each got our own room, and we hung together all the time anyway, shared apartments were cheaper and we at least got a small living space and kitchenette. It wasn't anything grand, but at least we didn't have to sit in our bedrooms all the dam time. I already owed his dad big time. Separate rooms would have meant I owed more. My parents were drunks without a dime to their name. As soon as they get paid, they pay the bills at least and buy bare essential food. The rest of their spare money gets tanked at the local bar no home repairs, no new clothes. I have been buying my own clothes for years from the part-time shelf stocking gig I had after school at the local grocery store. Back home every day for three hours, I would go straight after school, then I used to hang out with friends. It didn't leave much study time, I bought my own food too and hid it in my room. School trips I paid for myself, wanted a night out with friends. I funded that. I had a free ride of football but turned it down and instead got into debt with his dad.

My parents had been furious. I knew why they saw the large shiny checks football could get me and what they would assume they had the rights to some of them. Toby never had to. He had it easy, but I didn't ever hate him for it. Envious at times sure, but I knew it was my life and I just got on with it. His dad and her mom were more parents to me than mine ever were.

" Toby " I snapped his name and he huffed but didn't turn to look at me.

" What was all this for if we don't pursue it ? We should have just gone to college for ball and let her be if we plan to do nothing " I hissed to his back.

" She hates us, Trent "is his answer.

" We can change that or at least try " I reply.

" No one will accept it " he gives another excuse.

"So what, F*ck them" I grit out.

" What if she doesn't accept it ? What if she crosses just one or none of us ? " He says, slowly turning to look at me.

" Then we accept it , and if she only chooses one, then we will deal with it then " I told him.

" You know she hated you longer, right ? At one point, she did like me" I know what he was saying. She did have a crush on him. It was obvious , it might mean she could change her mind to him more than me. I smirked , if we were tallying who had the worst chance we could play this game all day . " Yea , but it would be more weird for her to want to f*ck her stepbrother than her life-long bully, right ? " I joked, but he didn't laugh . He just stares at me , and eventually shakes his head and looks away.

" None of us stand a chance in this plan of yours " he murmurs.

"Probably not," I agree.

He stares out the window for a long moment. I could see he was thinking it all over. " I'll try to be nicer "he says, eventually the words sounding strained.

I nod, and he bends, picks up his phone off the table and walks off to his room. The thing was we weren't exactly nice guys. I knew that. We were assholes. I'd blame my f*cked up childhood for my behavior that made me into a moody pr*ck. But I knew that was just who I was. Toby, he was cocky, his childhood had been good besides his parents split and being forced to live with the one thing he couldn't have for years. Maybe that's what made him a pr*ck, maybe we were just born that way. But at heart beneath all the death glares , growls and attitude. I knew if I had her , really had her as mine, she would be my f*cking queen. My queen that I had visions of doing all sorts of nasty sh*t in the bedroom for sure. In there she would be my good f*cking girl. Our good f*cking girl, I knew Toby was as dominating as I was. It was just our nature.

This wasn't going to be easy, I was in the middle here. It was my own selfishness that had finally snapped and put me here. Toby was my brother in all the senses the word means, but I couldn't fight it anymore for her either. This could all end badly. I ran my hand through my hair. Turning, I left the apartment, time to start inserting myself into my little doll's life more.