Greyson
Then she saw it. The bruise. That red-purple swollen patch of flesh my father gave me. Then her eyes darted to my split lip.
She stopped. Her anger flickered, replaced by something else. Concern, maybe. Probably pity. I wondered briefly what was going through her mind. Oh poor Greyson Dubois, slapped around by father, a piss poor substitute for his brother.
Damn her! I shouldn't have come.
Why did I come?!
I turned around to leave but it was too late already.
She had already stepped out into the hallway, her fingers reaching up to my face. "What happened?"
Her touch was soft...tender even. It almost made me flinch.
I put on my best bad boy smile. The type that says nothing fazes me. Nothing gets to me. I'm an impenetrable wall.
"Oh this?" I said and gestured to the bruise. "It's nothing. Had a disagreement with a wall," I muttered, stopping myself from leaning my shoulder beside her head, Stopping myself from seeking comfort.
"The wall won?" She asked and touched it.
I nodded. "It did. Stupid wall"
"Poor baby" She muttered, cupping my face gently. "Do you need anything? For the pain?"
I watched her.
What I needed was to not feel anything at all. But looking down at her, with her worried eyes and her stupid, beautiful face. One thought popped into my head.
Tilly Ann Winchester, it's hard not to like you.
"What I need, little princess," I said, taking a seductive step forward "right this second, is to fuck you"
She blinked. Like her mind was trying to catch up.
"Fuck me?" She asked.
"Yes" I stated as a matter of fact.
"I want to pin you against this wall and kiss you. I want to more than kiss you. I want to..." My thought faded away momentarily as the words make love to you popped into my head.
Which was weird because I don't do love making. I fuck.
She blinked again. "They are better words for saying that. Make love to me would have sounded better, Chase"
Her pleading eyes looked at me. She was looking for someone that wasn't me. She was looking for my brother. The gentle, romantic type that brings flowers to date and spend months courting a girl properly before he would even attempt to kiss her. She was looking for Chase.
If one thing has been established in this world...very loudly, I might add, was that I, Greyson Dubois, Was not my brother.
"What's wrong with saying fuck?" I asked her, clearly at the end of my rope.
"It's crude. And it's vulgar. I would rather make love than fuck, Chase Dubois" Her big green eyes stared me down, like she was trying to will me to submission.
"Well, too bad" I said finally. "I don't do love making. I fuck. There's a difference and if it makes you feel any better, sweetheart, you don't do love either"
She took a challenging step forward. "What's that supposed to mean?" Her eyes squinting just a little bit in anger.
I stood my ground. "It means you are not a proper girl either, Tilly Ann Winchester. Proper girl don't get finger fucked and sucked to orgasm in storerooms and on a reading table with their brother outside the door. They throw fucking tea party!"
She didn't back away. She didn't slap me. She took a small step closer, the scent of her drowning out the smell of my father's hatred.
"Say that again" she whispered. "To my face, Chase Dubois"
She takes another step even closer to me. "I dare you to say it again"
A challenge. Everything I wanted.
I leaned in. My lips were a breath from hers. I could feel the heat of her. It would be so easy to just lean in and show her just how right I was.
She wasn't a flower and candle light dinner girl. She was a I can't wait to take you behind the secret door type of girl.
My type of girl.
A lot of things stopped me from bridging that gap. The deal. The plan. The fact that I wasn't Chase. I was Greyson. And Greyson wasn't supposed to want her like this.
I pulled back as if burned.
"I have to go," I choked out, pushing away from the wall.
Confusion and hurt flashed in her eyes. "Yeah, you should" she took it as surrender.
I could see the hurt in her eyes.
The truth was a bitter. I owe it to her to tell just a little bit of it "I definitely should go. I'm not supposed to fuck you anymore, anyway."
"Go to hell" She murmured angrily.
I nodded slowly and placed both hands in my pocket. "I'm already there, sweetheart"
I turned and walked away.
"Later, Winchester."