I CLENCHED MY JAW, willing the ache in my bladder to ease as I tossed and turned on the bed, wrestling the sheets. Iâd taken too long trying to pretend I didnât need to go and now it was all I could think of. That and the sound of steps as they quieted outside my bedroom.
Not my bedroom.
.
This wasnât my house. Wasnât my family. Wasnât anything other than a place to stay while we figured this all out. I turned my head, and tried to listen for movement. Had he gone to bed already? Had I missed the thud of his bedroom door? I had to pee .
That pressure in my belly grew, shooting agony deep inside me. I winced and curled my knees to my chest.
. I shouldnât have had that second cola, no matter how much Nick urged me to take it. But I wanted to fit inâ¦wanted them to like me. And look where that had gotten me now.
In agony.
My insides clenched, clamping around the heavy weight in my abdomen. I couldnât wait, not any longer, or Iâd wet myself. I opened my eyes and rose from the bed, wincing with the agony as I took a step toward the door and listened.
Silence.
Thatâs all I heard. He had to have gone. I reached for the handle and cracked open the door before waiting again. But he wasnât out there, not standing at the entrance to the stairs watching me, or glaring at me from outside his bedroom. So I opened the door wider and tiptoed hurriedly for the bathroom just past his bedroom. My pulse boomed, filling my head with thunder as I closed the bathroom door and hurried to pee.
Relief made me shudder as I leaned forward and emptied my bladder. I wiped, then rose, panic filling me as I turned. Should I flush and risk them hearing? I couldnât leave it all night. No way. Theyâd know it was me. I closed the lid quietly, praying the sound wasnât loud, and pressed the handle, wincing as the rush filled the air.
But it wasnât loud, just a muffled roar that was over in a second. âThank God.â I moved to the sink and washed my hands before drying them on my towel and left.
Half of me was expecting him to be waiting outside. But he wasnât. He wasnât anywhere. I smiled and walked past his bedroom, slower this time. No doubt heâd be in bed, or sulking, his hearing muffled by those gaming headphones Iâd seen yesterday when I walked past the open door to his room.
Tobias was an asshole, unlike his brothers, whoâd actually gone out of their way at dinner to be nice to me. They understood this was only temporary. By tomorrow, or the day after, mom would be able to access her accounts, then weâd be out of here. I licked my dry lips and glanced toward the open door to my room, my body still aching a bit from needing to pee. A glass of milk, then Iâd be able to settle. It had always worked at home.
I eased down the stairs, until a muffled sound made me still. But it was gone in an instant. Probably nothingâ¦until it came againâ¦lowâ¦tortured.
âFuck, you feel good,â a male voice growled. I jerked my gaze to the closed, darkened door and realized the bedroom was Creedâs.
Heat raced to my cheeks. I carefully turned away, until a womanâs voice followed. âHarder, Creedâ¦for Godâs sake, fuck me harder.â
I jerked my gaze to the door as an icy wave of shock slammed into me, punctured by the loud sounds of flesh on flesh.
Mom moaned.
I flinched, jerking my gaze to movement as it came from the shadows. I was frozen as Tobias stepped out from the shadows in the hallway outside their bedroom, those dark, unflinching eyes finding mine.
He was thereâ¦listening.
To the two of them.
âElle,â Creed growled from that room.
And my mom cried out. The sound was muffled just as fast. But I knewâ¦I knew what they were doing, and Tobias knew as well.
Revulsion hit me like a slap to the face. Tears sprang to my eyes as I stumbled backwards. Tobias just watched me as I scurried away, my feet almost slipping on the stairs as I lunged for my room, closing the door with a slight behind me.
I clenched my fists as rage bubbled up to the surface.
The slow, methodicalâ¦
of his steps grew closer as Tobias followed me up the stairs.
I spun, staring at the closed door to my bedroom.
Iâd hit him if he opened it.
Iâd scream and hurl myself at him, clawing out his eyes and slamming his head against the wall. Iâd hurt him, hurt him any way I could. A whimper tore from my lips as the sound of my motherâs moans filled my head. The tears that threatened to fall blurred the door in front of me before I spun and threw myself on the bed, sinking into the soft mattress and the messed up sheets.
Those sounds haunted me as I squeezed my eyes closed. A scream was trapped in the back of my throat. I slammed my hand over my mouth and shoved my face into the pillow.
No.
Not sleeping.
Not all of them, at least.
And not a stranger.
I squeezed my eyes closed as Creedâs words came back to me. They knew each other. Of course they knew each other.
I clenched my fists as that smothering scream of rage rammed itself down my throat.
I couldnât breatheâ¦couldnâtâI pressed my face harder into the pillow.
Tobiasâ dark eyes haunted me as heâd stood outside his fatherâs bedroom, listening to them. Revulsion hit me, finally tearing that savage sound from my chest. I had to leave this placeâ¦and I needed to take mom with me.