Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee Book 3
Chapter 572 – Grinding Me On The Trash Can (Beatrice)
I picked up the trash bags and left my apartment to dispose of them. I always forget to do my chores, and it gets me into trouble with my mother. I do feel guilty for her, and now I want to assist her more often. She is working hard and doing odd jobs for me and what do I do? Get bullied and then cry myself to sleep.
Wearing a gray slim-fit hoodie with a black puffer jacket on top, I felt cozy as I walked out into the cold weather.
I had barely reached the trash cans when I heard someone coming from behind me. The footsteps sounded intimidating, so I knew right off the bat that whoever was approaching meant trouble.
I dropped the bags to turn around and get ready to fight when I stumbled at the sight in front of me. It was one of the brothers hastily approaching me with his fists clenched.
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I was so intimidated that instead of backing away or running back into the apartment complex, I remained in my spot and tried to recall his name.
Zane! It was the younger twin, Zane.
“You!” he exclaimed, halting abruptly and shoving me, causing me to land against the trash can. However, I quickly got up to regain my posture.
“What the heck is wrong with you? You can’t lay your hands on me,” I yelled, feeling angry yet also scared.
He was so tall and good-looking that I couldn’t decide whether to fight him or simply stare at his face.
“What did you mean by flipping us off?” he snapped his f*ingers in front of my face, and I realized there was no time to admire his handsomeness. He was a jerk, and that seemed to be his only personality trait.
“It’s my f*inger, I can wave it around if I want,” I raised my f*inger, and the moment I waved it, his eyes narrowed, making me gulp.
Quickly retracting my hand behind my back, I shook my head. “You need to leave me alone,” I muttered, keeping my hands behind my back since they seemed to bother him so much.
“You want to be left alone? How about I take you to a place where you’re completely isolated?” His threat and approach made me gulp. Before I could even respond and tell him that I wasn’t interested in going anywhere with him, he grabbed me and shook the ground beneath my feet.
No, literally. He placed his hands on my waist and lifted me, stealing the ground from beneath me effortlessly. He kicked the trash can, causing the lid to come off. The next thing I knew, he hastily sat me down in the trash can. It all happened in a matter of seconds, so I couldn’t really fight back even if I wanted to. Once I was in the trash can, he replaced the lid, and everything went dark.
“S*hit,” I cursed, attempting to get up in hopes of opening the lid, but a loud thud made me realize that he had sat on top of it. I could hear the trash can being banged, and what I could only assume was him waving his l*egs and hitting the trash can with his feet while he sat and dangled his gigantic feet down.
“What the heck is wrong with him?” I began to feel afraid. The darkness caused me to struggle to breathe, and because I was panicking so much, I was already short of breath.
“Let me out,” tears finally started streaming down my face. I felt miserable, and it only reminded me of my childhood. I hugged myself and started to calm down because I couldn’t tell when he planned to get off the top.
And just when I thought he really wanted me dead, he jumped off, and the lid came off. I stood up as quickly as I could before he changed his mind. Once I was standing in the trash can, I placed a hand on my c*hest before covering my face with my hands and started to sob.
“This will remind you not to mess with us again,” he muttered stubbornly, not realizing that he was a twenty year old, bullying an eighteen-year-old.
“What? You think your threats will make me feel sorry for you?” I heard him scoff, which made me uncover my face from my hands.
“Why would you do that? Do you have any idea how much trauma it caused me? How much I had to work on myself to forget about it?” I protested, wanting to slap him, but I ended up crying in front of him like a little kid, and I hated it.
He stared at my face in silence, and just when I thought he would mock me again, he surprised me by grabbing me by my puffer jacket and dragging me out of the trash can, knocking the lid over.
He kept holding me by my jacket, pulling me close to his c*hest and locking eyes with me. “What trauma?” he asked, surprising me that he even expected an answer.
“Tell me before I get angry again,” he warned, narrowing his gray eyes at me.
In that moment, I was about to make another big mistake, but this time, I felt like he had provoked it. “This trauma!” I exclaimed, raising my knee to hit him between the l*egs. However, I miscalculated. I should have known that an evil person like him would anticipate my move. He grabbed my knee with his one free hand and glared at me, his eyebrow raised as he scolded me silently for my action.
He then lifted my knee, pulling it up before placing his hands under my b*utt and carrying me with my l*egs apart and his body between mine.
“What the-,” I closed my eyes and clamped my l*ips shut, while he continued to set me down on the other trash can with his body still between my l*egs.
“You wanted to feel it, didn’t you?” I heard his whisper near my ear, and my body shuddered.
Why do I always find myself in trouble like this?