Chapter 9

After I stepped out of the car, Lyka grinned and said, "Bye, Anna!" She even gave me a wave, as if she were a beauty queen waving to her adoring followers. This woman's stamina is not about to run out. While I was tired and weary, she appeared to be chowing down on a container of vitamins with vigor. She is grinning broadly, as if she is a politician campaigning. "Hey, are you sure you do not want us to take you home?" Aiden stared out the window, frowning, with an inquiry. He wanted to drive me to our house, but I told him I would just come down here. It is not like I am going to be hurt on the way back. Aiden is excessively paranoid. He thinks our house is too far away from the village gate, even though it is not. In addition, our area is secure. There is strict security here, and no one may enter without the permission of the guards. "I am capable of walking on my own, A." You are very concerned. I told him, "You will grow old fast worrying." He just shook his head at what I said, knowing he could not force me any longer. I think my head is hard. "Fine, then," he sighed, giving up on my obstinacy. "Just remember to text me when you get home," he added, and I enthusiastically nodded. "Hey, Aiden. Despite the fact that we haven't been friends for a long time, you quickly show preference for Anna and me." Lyka became enraged by what A was saying. "You did not realize I would noticed, but she is your favorite of the two of us!" Lyka added, frowning. What she said made me giggle. I merely shook my head at them, knowing that we are going to have another quarrel before we comes home to our respective house. "Hey, Lyka, you are being too harsh. What do you want? Do you want me to refuse to take you with me, or will I tell you to text me as well?" Aiden retorted with a caustic remark. I just smiled as I watched them. I believe Lyka and Aiden will have a lengthy discussion. Unfortunately, I am intrigued as to who will abandon their debate. Is it going to be A? Will it be Lyka, or will it be someone else? To be fair, they are also entertaining to watch. They both do not want to lose in their debate. "You are being unjust, Aiden," Lyka countered. Is this one pretending to be pitiful? The crazy seemed to be having a good time. She even wiped her cheek, despite the fact that no tears were pouring. "What are you saying? Are you on drugs? You are talking nonsense stuff, ah," Aiden replied, seemingly taken aback by Lyka's actions. He appears to believe in the absurdity that Lyka is perpetrating. "Tsk, are you doing this to me because I said you are not my type? So you are not paying attention to me? Is it because I have rejected you?" Aiden's jaw dropped as he heard Lyka's inquiry, which was full with emotion. "Wow, Lyka! You are doing fantastic! That is my best friend!" I was ecstatic. I am still laughing hysterically. Lyka smiled and added, "I know, I got this, girl." She even gave me a flying kiss, which I quickly avoided appearing to be offended by. She returned her gaze to Aiden, who had been unable to move on from Lyka's words up to this point. I believe Lyka's antics jarred him culturally. Yes, of course. I completely forgot to inform him of our wacky antics. When he became our friend, I should have warned him about the dangers he would face. He is stunned now, tsk. "You guys are insane," Aiden said, although it was not his own words. I am guessing he is still reeling from the news. Lyka drew a little closer to him and patted his shoulder. "It is all right. You can move on from me as well. You do not have to worry about making me jealous by caring about Anna because I won't like you anyhow; you are not my style and you never will be," Lyka remarked, pityingly looking at Aiden, who is now staring at us with a strange expression. Oh, my goodness! Her acting abilities have significantly improved! "Yes! That is my chick over there!" The crazy crazy woman smirked at me as I gave her a big thumbs up. "Stop it, Lyka, or else I am going to kick you out of this car." Aiden said, his brows wrinkled. "Hahaha!" Lyka and I both chuckled. It was as though we are insane here on the side of the road, laughing. The guards stationed at the village gate simply shook their heads at our antics. They appear to be giggling at Lyka's remarks as well. "Tsk, I am beginning to regret becoming friends with you two. I am not aware that you are a bunch of knuckleheads." We laughed even harder as he stated shaking his head as though we were causing him a major problem right now. "Okay, OK. Ladies and gentlemen, the entertainment I observed tonight has satisfied me, and I am free to depart." I stated as I shook the dust from the end of my shirt as I sat by the side of the road owing to the lag. "Be careful, you two. A, drive gently, okay? Take Lyka home to their house. Just be patient, and you might have a heart attack with that naughty woman." Before turning away, I remarked with a smile. Four guards greeted me and helped me through the gate. They greeted me with a smile and said, "Good evening, ma'am." I gave them a big smile. "Good evening, brother guards," I said, a smile on my face. I make a point of greeting them whenever I see them here at the guard house. They put in a lot of effort to keep an eye on our community, and they deserve to be recognized for it. They are the ones in charge of keeping the village in order. I was relieved when I arrived at my destination. Going out with those two lunatics, Lyka and A, was a blast. I laugh a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot, a lot. With them, there were never dull times. I could never stop giggling at their squabbles. Because of what we accomplished, I had forgotten about what had happened to me and my brother at the time. That was no longer a part of my consciousness. While walking, I sang songs. When I arrived at our house, our security welcomed me by opening the gate. "Good evening, Mr. Isko," I said with a big smile. He has been with us for a long time, and I admire him for being so dedicated despite his age. With a smile, he added, "Good evening, ma'am." I went directly to the dining room because there was no one in the living room. Uncle Sandro and Aunt Lila must be here. Perhaps Auntie is still preparing dinner. When I got home, it was a little late, it was about seven o'clock. "Auntie? Uncle?" My brow furrowed as I could not find them in the dining room; where are they? I frowned as I walked into the kitchen; are they here? I cannot hear anything coming from the kitchen, and the entire house is quite silent, which I find strange given that it is still early and it is impossible for them to be sleeping at this hour; Auntie never sleeps when I am not home yet. She will always be there for me when I get home late at night. What happened to them? When I arrived in the kitchen, the light had been turned off, and I was faced with a dark kitchen. Surprised, I looked for the light switch, but I could not recall where it was. I could not help myself and tapped my brow. I do not know how long I have been here, but I cannot remember where the light switch is. I was thirsty, so I grabbed my phone out of my jeans pocket and utilized the flashlight that came with it. My cellphone turned off as I approached the front of the refrigerator. It turns out that the battery had already died. I searched the refrigerator for a drink. I took a sip of the pineapple juice. When I hear heavy footfall, I appreciate the taste of the juice I am drinking. I abruptly quit drinking and reduced the amount of juice I was consuming. Uncle and Auntie do not appear to be at home. Auntie would have been preparing dinner if they had been here. The footsteps become more audible. Whoever owns the hefty footprints in the kitchen appears to be approaching. I became nervous all of a sudden. What if a robber broke into our house because Uncle was not at home? Is not that true? I just mentioned that the village's security is strict, didn't I? Is it really so difficult for a thief to enter into our home? Is it? I grabbed the half-full bottle of pineapple juice. I clutched it hard in my hands and pointed at the source of the commotion. I am not sure. If this is a thief, at the very least I have something to beat him with. The sound of footfall came to a halt, and the shadow of the man in front of me appeared at the same time. Because the kitchen light was turned off and just the light from the switched on refrigerator illuminated the dark kitchen, I could not see his face. I was taken aback when he suddenly appeared in front of me, and I flung the bottle of pineapple juice I was holding at him without warning. He took a punch to the face. Even when I hit him, I was taken aback. "Fuck!" he exclaimed, releasing a crunching bland. "Brother?" I inquire, perplexed. My brother's voice can be heard. "What the fucking hell is your fucking issue?!" He inquires, his voice booming. I am surprised as I approach him. "Oh my god, brother! I apologise! I had no idea it was you! I mistook you for a thief!" I expressed my regret to him. "Fuck, you smacked me in the face, can you stay still?" He screamed a little. He said, "Open the light." "Wait, what?" I ask, perplexed. What? Turn on the light. With the way he said it, he sounded like he would just cast a spell. He severely instructed me, "Fucking open the fucking light, Anna." I became even more perplexed. "I-I am not sure where the light switch is," I said, puzzled. Who would not be surprised if they overheard pure swearing? "Fuck this!" he exclaimed angrily. I am condemned to fail. Your Majesty is enraged once more. He got up and walked over to the kitchen door. I heard a click, and then the entire kitchen was illuminated. I was still blinded, so I closed my eyes to allow my eyes to acclimatize to the light. He said, "That is where the fucking switch is, fool." His forehead is red, possibly from the pineapple juice I flung at him earlier, and his clothes are damp from the pineapple juice. When I threw the bottle at him, I do not think it was completely closed, so it spilled when it hit his forehead. "Oh my god, brother, I am sorry," I said, perplexed. I swiftly approached him and paid close attention to him, unsure which feature to focus on: his flushed forehead, the juice splashed on him, or the way he glanced at me with furrowed brows. "Oh, that is right. Right, tissue. We will have to dry you out." I said, immediately searching the cabinets for tissue paper. When I need tissue and look for it, there is a good chance I won't be able to find even a single piece of tissue; seriously, where are those hidden? In the vault? "Tss. Do not stress yourself by looking for something you do not know where to find, kid." I overheard him say something. I come to a halt. As I faced him, I frowned. Because a t-shirt smacked me in the face, I didn't get the chance to fully face him. I wiped that from my face, disgusted. My entire being was astonished once more when I finally met him. My older brother's soaked-in-juice shirt was the one that had slapped my face earlier. He is now shirtless after removing his t-shirt. I was completely taken aback by him at this point, and my mouth hung open in pity. Her big shoulders, as well as her nipples, were visible. I took a breath and swallowed. Why is it that the temperature in the kitchen seems to abruptly rise? I stare at his six-pack abs, which are screaming at me. This is the first time I have seen it up close. Is that really the case? It appears that he has large lump in his tummy. When touched, I believe that it will feel hard. I am curious as to how it would feel if I touched it. "Do you like what you are seeing?" My brother inquired, a smirk on his face. What? I am not sure I understand what he is saying. Right now, my brain is not functioning properly. "Huh?" I inquire, my thoughts still pondering the sensation of touching his stomach. "Would you like to touch it?" he inquired, a smile on his face. Without thinking, I nodded. I have been so enthralled by his exposed upper body that I have not really considered what he said. "Yes," I answered quietly. He burst out laughing at what I said. What transpired has not yet been absorbed by my brain. With disbelief in my eyes, I glared at him. What is the source of his laughter? As I realized what I had spoken, my eyes widened. What the hell! "No! That's not what I am talking about!" I exclaimed out. I did not mean to be so loud with my ideas. Promise. He said, "Naughty." When he abruptly walked towards me, I was perplexed. I moved back with each step he took. What exactly is he up to? "W-What are you doing?" I inquire, my knees and hands trembling. "Stop right there, brother," I told him with my right hand raised, signalling him to stop advancing. He simply returned my smile and continued to approach me. I took a step back until I got to the sink. I do not have any other options. "W-Where are Aunt Lila and Uncle, brother?" I inquire, my voice trembling slightly as he walks nearer me. I try to start a conversation with him to get him to stop approaching me. "Mom and dad are not home tonight, so it will just be you and me," he grinned as he strided. He appeared in front of me in a flash. I assumed he would stop because he was so near to me, but I was mistaken. He continued to approach me. When our noses were practically touching, he abruptly came to a halt. I am having trouble breathing. Our situation is inconvenient. We are both inhaling the same air, and the space between us makes me feel nervous. "What are you doing?" I said quietly. The corner of his mouth raised, producing a looped grin. "Talking to you? What else, my dear step sister, could it be?" With a grin plastered on his face, he said that. I pretended to smile and gently raised my hand to push him away, not letting him notice the trembling in my hand, but I was aware that my nervousness was reflected on my face. My older brother seemed pleased to witness my nervousness. He is cruel. "Well, brother, you can talk to me from a distance; I can hear you very well, and you don"t have to be this near to me." I said with a cheeky grin. I moved my hand away from his naked chest, but he did not even move. Rather, he drew nearer to me. In shock, I hold my breath. On either side of the sink, on either side of me, he planted both of his hands. We will appear to be hugging if anyone sees us. I was fatigued from avoiding him as he pressed his face further closer to mine. We were so close that my eyes almost collided. With his baritone voice, he asked, "Aww, are you worried, baby girl?" After he stated that, he licked his lower lip. I could not help but swallow when I saw that. "Stay away, brother," I said as I tried to push him away again, but he did not move at all, as he had done previously. Instead, he seized my right hand, yanking it away from him and securing it to his chest. What he did astounded me. I could not get out of there because he was clutching my hand. I can feel his heart throbbing loudly and his warm exposed flesh. He asks, a cheeky grin on his lips, "Didn't you mention you wanted to touch my body?" Is there anyone who can assist me? I am being held captive here as the perpetrator, my older brother. I am hoping Uncle and Auntie will come back soon so I can get away from my bigger brother. What happened to them? Why did they abandon me in the care of my stepbrother? "N-No, brother, you just misheard it previously," I answered, feigning a smile. I tried not to show that I was nervous or trembling, and even gave him a small smile. "Oh really? So, what did those sultry lips of yours say?" He inquired, his gaze falling on my lips, making me shiver. He smiled and touched my cheek as he let go of my hand that was resting on his chest; when I realized he was no longer holding it, I swiftly dropped it and removed it from his chest. He grimaced and grumbled as he took my right hand and placed it on his chest once more, his brows furrowed. He severely added, "Do not pull your hand away from my chest." I nodded abruptly. He is giving me the creeps. What did he eat to cause him to act this way? He stroked my cheek and nose once more. I never even attempted to release my grip on his chest. He might become enraged all of a sudden. When he watched me obey him, he smirked. "Now, what did this lips or yours say again?" he asked, his hands running along my bottom lip. He bit his lower lip and peered at it as if it were a delectable and appealing meal. What he was doing to caress me terrified me. "What?" I replied, perplexed, as if I were losing my mind; the distance between us, as well as his bare chest in front of me, is enough to turn my knees into jelly, much alone his warm touch and profound gaze at me. "Fuck this, I do not care," he snarled, and I frowned as I wondered what was wrong with him and why he suddenly swore. "What..." I could not continue what I was about to say when he drew his face closer to mine and, without wasting any time, pressed his lips against mine. In horror, my eyes almost exploded out of their sockets. I could not move and stood there like a stump while he kissed, no, ate my lower lip. Is he a vampire of some sort? He is licking and nibbling my lips like if they are a delicacy he has been dying to try.