Alone With My Twin Stepbrothers
GG Eden
Ella’s POV
“Psst, Aiden, wake up.”
I balance myself on a tree branch, tapping on my stepbrother Aiden’s window. I’d snuck out to a party after my mom went to bed, but made the fatal mistake of forgetting to bring my key. Stumbling home after a night of drinking, I tried the front door to find that I was locked outside.
There is black in Aiden’s room, but that doesn’t matter because Aiden is a light sleeper, unlike my other stepbrother Alan, who can sleep through a hurricane. So Aiden will definitely hear me knocking on his window.
Aiden and Alan are my twin stepbrothers who have just come home recently after serving in the military for two years. It’s strange having thm home. I remember times when we were little; they would always gang up on me during play fights. But now, it feel like they donn’t even notice I’m in the room. I like not being bullied, but the feeling of being completely ignored
sucks.
A soft glow illuminates the room as Aiden’s bedside lamp clicks on. His silhouette moves toward the window, and when he slides it open, his face is a mix of confusion and irritation.
“What Ella? It’s three in the morning.” he hisses. He glares at me as if I’m the most annoying
thing he’s ever seen.
“I forgot my key,” I mumble, clinging to the branch for dear life. “Just mover over, so I can climb
in.”
His eyes narrow. “Freaking hell, you’re drunk.”
He reaches out a stout, powerful arm – military courtesy – and pulls me into his bedroom as if I weigh nothing. Slamming against his floor, I yelp when my shoulder dragged over the carpet.
He stands in front of me wearing only a pair of dark gray sweatpants, his posture reminding me of a drill sergeant.
“Are you insane?” Aiden whispers harshly, crouching down to glare at me. “Climbing a tree at three in the morning? You’re not even old to enough to drink.”
Thank god, he yells at me in a low voice, so I don’t have to worry about Mom waking up. I’m in no mood to hear her wrath directed at me.
Rubbing my shoulder, I feel the sting where my skin scraped against the floor, and I can’t help but wince. That jerk is stronger than he even realizes.
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I look up at him and spit out. “What do you care? Don’t act like you and Alan were saints when
you were my age.”
His jaw tightens, and he grabs me by the collar. For a moment, I think he might actually throw me back out the window. Then his lips curve into a smile, but it isn’t a kind one.
“You’re nineteen,” he says. “You don’t get to do whatever you want. And if you’re going to act like a kid, someone has to look after you. Lucky for you, that someone is me. I’m home now and I don’t plan on going anywhere for a while.”
I groan. “I’m an adult, Aiden. I can handle myself.”
He leans closer, his face inches from mine. “An adult who can’t even remember her key? Yeah,
right.”
He lets go of me and stands up to close his window. In the dim light, I can’t help but notice how much he’s changed in two years. The skinny, awkward boy I’d grown up with is gone, replaced by a man. His once pimple–prone face had cleared up and filled out into a square jaw that was shadowed with stubble.
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