Twisted Love

Disclaimer – Do not own Charmed and I am in no way making any money or profit from this story. This is purely for entertainment

Chris pov

What the fuck have I done!

That was the only thought running through my head ever since Aunt Paige interrupted me and Wyatt from breaking the boundaries of what brothers should do...well I guess it's too late for that anyway. I orbed to grandpa's living room where I witnessed the sight of him jumping off the couch in shock. If it was any other time, I would've found it humorous that after twenty years of knowing about the supernatural, he still wasn't used to the sight of his grandson orbing in his presence.

I just couldn't stop thinking about what I'd done, about what we had done. I was too stupid and far gone to realise at the time but I know that my relationship with Wyatt will never be the same again. Grandpa shook me out of my thoughts by giving me a hug and asking what I was doing here.

'I just wanted to see you grandpa...I was wondering if I could stay over for a few days?' I asked in what I hoped was a cheery tone.

'Of course you can kid,' He smiled brightly ruffling my hair 'but what about Wyatt? Isn't he supposed to be looking after you now that Piper and Leo are on their honeymoon?'

'Yeah... he told me to say hi but couldn't resist the chance to have a free house for once.' I lied through my teeth.

'Ha-ha let me guess? He couldn't resist the chance to have a girl over huh?' Grandpa chuckled grinning at me in a knowing manner.

If only you knew...

'So I'm going to take a shower and then head to bed if that's ok?' I avoided the question and grandpa must've seen something shift in my face because his face crinkled up in concern.

'Are you ok Chris? Have you and Wyatt had a fight?' He asked gently.

'Don't worry grandpa, there's nothing wrong. I just want to get to sleep, I'm really tired.' I gave him a small smile to which he responded with but his smile looked false and I knew he was still worried.

'Goodnight Grandpa, I'll see you in the morning.' I smiled though I wouldn't be surprised if it came out as a grimace.

'Goodnight kid' He patted my shoulder before heading back onto his couch to watch TV.

I went into the bathroom where I stripped and got into the shower. I put the water temperature to as hot as it could get and I stood there with the water pouring over my head and running down my body. The thoughts of what Wyatt did to me...what I allowed him to do, made me feel physically sick yet I stood there; still as a statue. I'd never felt such a violent torrent of emotions just flood through me. The images of Wyatt lying on top of me, feeling his eyes bore into my own as he dragged his large manhood against mine made me shudder with both disgust and arousal. To my shame I felt my dick start to harden as the memories just flashed through my head like a slideshow.

I tried to will my growing erection away but then the image popped into my head of my older brother practically naked with his extremely defined body and perfect face and I felt myself harden instantly. I could still remember the feel of his heavy weight on me, the incredible feeling of being in his protective yet inescapable embrace. The feel of his large hands possessively gripping my hips and wrists made my cock twitch. My dick began to rise as I remembered the sensation of his broad hairy chest and rock hard abs rubbing against my smooth chest and stomach. My dick became rock hard when I pictured his eyes; never in my life had I seen such intense lust filled eyes. It was as if the Wyatt I know was gone and another Wyatt had taken place, one whose gaze was piercing and wanted to possess everything I have. The feeling terrified yet exhilarated me at the same time. I stood there with my back against the wall staring down at my fully hard erection.

What the fuck is wrong with me. I felt dirty and sick and more than anything I hated myself. Not only because I let Wyatt do these things to me but also because on some sick twisted level I enjoyed it. I lost track of the time I was in the shower and somehow in that time, found myself slumped against the wall just sitting there with the water splashing over my body. I squeezed my eyes shut trying to ignore the telltale stinging in my eyes and just focused on the sound of the water swirling around the shower drain. I started to tremble violently when I remembered Wyatt telling me he wanted me, how I let my lust take control and how we committed something that even demons consider taboo. I took a shaky lungful of air before I burst into sobs.

------------------

I stayed at grandpas for a few more days; I just couldn't face seeing Wyatt. Grandpa thankfully didn't ask any more questions and I honest to god loved him for it. He always knows when to back off and just give me time and that's what I needed. When Wyatt came over the day after our encounter, I felt my heart constrict when I heard the doorbell ring and hear him greet grandpa. I orbed to San Francisco Bridge and focused all my efforts on blocking my presence from him, I sat on the bridge for a few hours just thinking and staring at the cars driving by. By the time I went back to Grandpa's it was night time and he was asleep and Wyatt was thankfully nowhere in sight. I silently thanked him for that; it looked like he was giving me time and space to think things through.

I dreaded going home a few days later but knew I had to. Mum and dad were going to arrive any moment. I was terrified of seeing them, I know that it was an irrational fear but I was so worried that mum and dad would notice something had happened that it made me panic. Then the rational side came to me, who would ever suspect incest. Even more worrying was the fact I had to see Wyatt. How could I look at him again? The kind caring protective brother I've always known is gone. In its place is my older brother who has harboured sexual feelings for me, for fuck knows how long. And I know subconsciously I've ignited and fanned his feelings. I mean I should've noticed the signs over the years, the way he would stare at me. None of my friend's siblings have ever stared at my friends the way Wyatt does to me. How he would always touch me in some way even going so far as to stroke my face. I felt bile rise in my throat at the thought but even then there was a small spike of lust and exhilaration at the memories.

When I orbed back home I saw Wyatt speaking to mum and dad in the foyer. This was the first time I'd seen him since that night and I don't know what I expected to feel but when he locked eyes with me and his eyes glinted with some emotion I couldn't recognise, I felt my stomach clench with anxiety. I managed to put on a good show for mum and dad and they didn't suspect anything and then headed to my room ignoring Wyatt's piercing stare at my back. I felt another shiver run through me at the knowledge of knowing that Wyatt was just biding his time until he got me alone. I knew when we faced each other that I would have to put a stop to it and I had no clue how Wyatt would act. There was another part of me however, which I tried to keep tightly shut in my mind which was excited at the possibility of Wyatt touching me again and to my shame I could feel my arousal spike again. I kept chanting he's my brother again and again to try and will down my erection.

Later in the evening, mum was calling me down for dinner. I could smell the tantalising aroma of Chicken Korma wafting throughout the house and usually I would have eaten it with gusto but my stomach was jumping at the thought of being with Wyatt. Mum called me down again and I slowly made my way into the dining room. The smell of the spices coming from the curry made me feel nauseous along with the thought of sitting opposite Wyatt and with my parents. I mean how the hell was I supposed to act in front of my oblivious parents and my older brother who had touched me in the most forbidden way. I noticed Wyatt looking at me and felt myself instantly tense with awkwardness; he didn't stop his gaze from lingering even if he noticed my tension.

'What took so long Chris?' Mum jokingly asked me as she passed me a plate of Korma, 'Were you getting ready for a date or something?' she laughed.

I couldn't bring myself to answer so I just smiled and went to eating my food.

The food tasted like ash in my mouth.

I saw from the corner of my eye Wyatt tense slightly from mums question and felt a tiny thrill go through me at the notion he might be jealous. That was soon replaced with disgust for wanting him to be.

'Yeah, sure mum, as if Chris is old enough to date, when's the last time he had one?' Wyatt had the nerve to laugh and unsurprisingly dad laughed along, so proud of his magical prodigy.

Wyatt was deliberately trying to wind me up, I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me and I fell right into his trap.

'So Chris, do you fancy anyone?' He chuckled amusedly when I started choking on my food.

What the fuck was he playing at!

'Excuse me?' I glared looking him in the eye. I saw his eyes glitter with amusement as he looked right back.

He started mocking me even further which ended in mum telling him off lightly and dad defending his precious son. I didn't reply, so determined was I to ignore him, but he just pressed on.

'Aw is little Chris single, maybe I can help remedy that? He spoke amusedly as an older brother would to his little brother in the eyes of our parents; but hearing his question made me look up as I realised exactly what he was implying. I looked up to stare at him and my eyes widened at the intent and seriousness of his eyes boring into mine. I felt hot anger bubble up in me. How dare he? How fucking dare he act so calm and composed while I felt like I falling apart.

'Maybe you should mind your damn business' I snapped before I could control myself, the anger in me was pouring out.

'Just because I don't fuck everything that moves doesn't mean I have to be a man whore like you!' I continued in my rant before dad ended it.

He took Wyatt's side as usual and ordered me to apologize even though Wyatt started the confrontation. I hate him so much! He's so proud of Wyatt but what would he say if he knew that Wyatt wanted his little brother? Mum came to my defence as usual, I got to tell you, dad could win the award for neglectful father of the year, but mum; she is the best mother you could hope for. She made Wyatt apologize which he did honestly and without mocking but the atmosphere was still tense.

I stared down at my plate, not hungry but shoving food into my mouth gave me something to do. I was thinking about how Wyatt could sound so normal and unfazed when I was anything but. As I focused on my plate I felt my attention drift to the memories of Wyatt again. Why the fuck could I not get it out of my head! I felt myself start to flush and my eyes glazed over as I remembered the masculine groans that emitted from his throat as he rubbed his body against me, the way his shaggy hair fell over his forehead and how his eyes roamed every inch of my body. I could feel Wyatt staring at me again and felt myself exhale shakily.

He knew.

Wyatt was intently aware of what I was thinking about and from the look in his eyes he was encouraging me to act out on the forbidden fantasies. I felt myself flush from his gaze and my cock hardened in response. I could see the contained lust brimming behind his facade and I knew he was aroused as well. Wyatt's posture had stiffened and his whole demeanour was of a lion after his prey and seeing him so affected made my erection throb.

I couldn't take anymore of this stifling atmosphere and excused myself from dinner; barely paying attention to mum's protests of my barely eaten dinner. I locked my room door as soon as I got in and lay on my bed staring out the window. My mind was blankly running images of big brother constantly through my head.

I just keep kicking myself internally at not having seen the signs. How stupid am I? I had so many questions running through my head. When did Wyatt start feeling this way towards me? Has he always felt like this? Did he just want me sexually or did he want an actual relationship? The last question made me laugh without humour; I mean who the hell has a relationship with a family member much less your own sibling. I tried to imagine myself kissing one of my cousins like Henry and even imagining myself with Pru but the thought just makes me shudder with disgust and repulsion. Then I imagined myself with Wyatt and although I feel disgust at the notion of him being my brother, I feel a strong wave of arousal remembering his grunts and moans as he thrust against my willing body. I hate myself for having a small part of me that wants more from him.

I was so caught up with my thoughts that I didn't realise Wyatt standing in my room. I jumped in shock, he was the last person I wanted to see but I knew I had to face him sometime. It was hard to maintain a calm facade when I saw him just looking at me. He had a calm gentle expression on his face but I could see in his eyes the undercurrent of impatience and lust.

'Wyatt, what do you want?' I asked nervously then rolled my eyes at the stupid question.

He wants me. Duh.

He slowly made his way towards me and sat down next to me. I felt myself instantly on alert, I was completely aware of his proximity to me and when he slowly put his large hand on my arm I felt myself tense.

'I just want to talk,' He said calmly 'without you ignoring me or orbing off.' His expression was so gentle and soothing but it did nothing to calm me. It just left me feeling worn out and exhausted.

'There's nothing to talk about.' I replied but even I knew how stupid that statement was.

'I miss you.' He spoke truthfully and my chest constricted tightly at how sad he sounded.

Maybe he was having a hard time as well and was just better at maintaining his facade. For all I know he's probably perfected his facade over the years. Over the past few days I've been so concerned and worried about what happened that I've pushed to the back of my mind how much I missed him as well. I missed how we would just hang out, how we could talk about anything for hours on end and how I could confide in him and he'd be there to support me like the perfect big brother. Wyatt was just staring at me mournfully and I couldn't resist replying.

'....I miss you too.'

His expression changed to hope and he pulled me into a hug which I only resisted for a moment. It felt so good to be in his embrace, to feel my slim frame become encompassed by the welcoming size of his broad chest and bulging arms. But then flashbacks of being in his embrace on that night appeared, I remembered him lying on top of me rubbing against me in unconcealed lust and dominance and I tried to pull away from his embrace. In response he held onto me tighter and I stiffened at the action.

This wasn't my kind protective brother. This was someone who wanted a relationship beyond the boundaries of what society would accept appropriate.

This was taboo.

This was incest.

'Wyatt...let me go.' I muttered in his shoulder unable to resist breathing him in. He smelt like soap and aftershave and just pure masculine Wyatt. He smelt amazing and I could feel myself drift into a pleasurable haze.

'Can I just hold you for a little while longer?' He pleaded with me.

The sound of him begging me and sounding so vulnerable sent a ripple of wrongness and pleasure through me. I kept chanting he's my brother in my head but I could feel my hormones starting to react to his close proximity. I pushed him away from me but he still held on quite tightly so we were face to face in the stifling silence of my room.

'We're going to have to talk about this eventually Chris.' He spoke softly, his hand relinquishing his control on one side of me.

'Can't we just pretend it never happened?' I pleaded but even I knew that wasn't possible. This was going to be something that I would remember for the rest of my life. I don't know why but Wyatt's eyes started to darken with some unrecognisable emotion when I started to beg.

His eyes were so intense and foreboding.

'I don't want to pretend it didn't happen and I don't regret it.' He stated bluntly.

This had to stop now. I had to put a stop to this and make him realize what he was saying.

'Wyatt, it's wrong! This isn't normal for fucks sake!' I half shouted, half whispered.

'I don't care. Do you have any idea how long I've wanted you?' He asked me watching my reactions with intense scrutiny.

'I got the memo,' I sneered pissed off with his stubbornness.

'Don't you fucking dare!' He hissed lowly and I looked at him in shock at his sudden change of behaviour.

'You think this has been fucking easy for me? I've gone through everything you're experiencing and I can help you.' He stated this desperately, clutching my arm with frightening intensity.

'You just have to let me try' He continued edging closer to me, his voice having shifted back to calm as if he'd never been angry.

'You don't want to help me, you want to fuck me.' I muttered in repulsion and anger.

'Yes I do.' He stated calmly as if he was discussing the fucking weather!

I was in shock. I knew he wanted me, that night was proof enough. But to hear it come out of his mouth so simply made me freeze in disbelieve. To my shame I felt myself harden at his words.

'Stop this Wyatt' I begged. I just wanted to be alone but there was a side of me that wanted him to continue...to see where this was going.

'I want everything you have to offer.' He whispered grabbing a hold of my shoulders and leaning in to me.

"Stop," I whispered hoarsely, the foggy pleasurable haze was coming back in my head. I couldn't feel myself think clearly and the blood was rushing down to my dick making it ache beyond belief. I could feel my resolve beginning to crumble, my hormones were taking over and Wyatt seemed aware of the fact.

'I want to kiss you and love you and be with you completely Chris.

"How can you say things like that?'' I tried one last time to gain a control of my emotions and raging hormones. I had to make him stop! 'We're brothers! What happened was wrong and repulsive!'

There was a sudden thickening of temperature, the atmosphere felt charged and constricted. I could see Wyatt's face darken with a combination of anger and lust. The look in his eyes was filled with recklessness and excitement. He stared at me in silence for a few seconds before he smirked and leaned in whispering.

'You liked it though'.

I swallowed deeply and wished I could have protested. That I hated what we did and hated him for putting me in this situation and I did to a degree. But the truth was I allowed him to do those unspeakable things to me and I enjoyed it just as much as it repulsed me.

'We can keep doing this without anyone having to know Chris? Imagine us together, the fun we could have.' He whispered.

I could feel his breath on my face and the haze was too powering now. I felt as if my mind was out of control and my body had taken over and was reacting to Wyatt and his ministrations.

'No...' I whispered but it was futile now. I was nearly under his control and as he skimmed his fingers along my ear I did nothing to stop him. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the forbidden sensations he was invoking in me.

I could feel Wyatt shaking slightly and his voice was thick and deep with arousal as he spoke.

'You don't have to say anything now, just let me kiss you this one time then I'll give you space to think?'

I was barely aware of what he was saying. All I knew was that I didn't want him to stop touching me when it felt so good. As I finally realised what he was saying, I felt a thrill at the request. I opened my eyes and something must have shown on my face because his eyes shifted into a predatory and opportunistic glint. I took a moment to examine his face which was so close to mine. He truly was an angel. His shaggy blond dark hair was tousled over his forehead and brow, his sharp nose and chiselled defined jaw made his lips stand out even more. His crystal blue eyes were silently encouraging me to act out on his desire.

'Chris...just say yes or no?' He whispered seductively leaning in so he could fan his breath over my ear as his fingers ran along my thigh.

My body was flushed and trembling and I felt as if everything was in a slow haze that I didn't want to end. At this point I was picturing Wyatt not as my brother, but as a man. An extremely handsome and masculine Adonis who could have anyone he wants and yet wants me. I saw Wyatt wait for my answer; his eyes boring into my own as he continued along with his caresses along my thigh and back sending goose bumps all over my body.

Just this once I told myself. I just needed to get this out of my system and then I could think clearly again. I knew I was half in denial at my thinking but my body was so charged with hormones and the feeling of being wanted almost obsessively, was thrilling.

'Just this once?' I repeated the thoughts in my head out loud with a degree of uncertainty.

I saw Wyatt's eyes widen in excitement and desire and he whispered something to me I didn't hear, so preoccupied was I with his forehead pressing against my own.

We slowly moved our lips closer and closer when it happened.

Wyatt grabbed me towards him and his lips collided against mine in the most passionate and almost desperate collision. The intensity of his kiss was amazing; he was dominating the kiss to assert his authority on me being submissive and him in control. My mind was blank and I let my hormones take complete control of my body. I fisted his hair which caused him to groan deeply into our kiss with pleasure. I had never known a kiss could be so intense and consuming.

I lost time of how long we were at it. We had moved onto French kissing and I was surprised at how slick and incredible the sensation felt when our tongues met each other. Wyatt's lips were incredibly soft and yet his face had the scratchy feel of stubble which provided a delicious contrast against my smooth face. Wyatt grabbed me and pushed me against the wall as our kisses deepened. He held on to me tighter and tighter and I could feel his large erection pressing against my hip.

It was at that moment that I realised this wasn't just any man.

This was Wyatt; my brother.

Panic and arousal battled against each other in me and rationality took over when Wyatt attempted to unbutton my jeans, his shaking hands were clutching for any part of skin he could reach but I wasn't ready to go further. I pushed him back and fought to catch my breath.

'Enough.' I spoke hoarsely breathing in deep breaths.

I felt myself gain control again, my hormones retreating quickly at the realisation that it was my older brother who had just given me the most incredible kiss of my life.

'Chris?'Wyatt asked. He was catching his breath as well and looked half dazed with lust.

'You said one kiss.' I stated blankly though I was still panting.

I needed time to think about what happened. I felt disgust and horror fill in me at the thought that I had kissed my older brother but at the same time I could no longer deny that I was attracted to Wyatt. I just didn't know what to make of it and how to deal with it. The rational side of me told me this would only end in heartache for everyone but there was also another side telling me to let go of my inhibitions and see where this could go. How much pleasure we could give and receive to each other. I willed those thoughts away in my head.

'I think you should go now Wyatt.' I spoke to Wyatt quietly without looking at him.

'Excuse me?' He replied heatedly 'What about what happened now? Are we ever going to sit down and talk this through?'

'You said yourself earlier you'd give me time to think and that's what I need right now.' I stated calmly though inside I was a mess.

Wyatt still looked indignant and unwilling to leave so I resorted to begging. I knew he wouldn't refuse me.

'Just give me some time and then we'll talk about everything ok?' I was pleading with him and he knew it. His shoulders slumped in defeat but I could tell by the look in his eye he was far from finished.

'This isn't finished.' He replied turning around 'I expect to hear from you soon.'

Soon is not long enough.

As he walked out of the room I collapsed onto my bed and lay on my back staring blankly at the ceiling.

What the fuck have I done?

If the situation was bad before, it's ten times worse now. I shouldn't have kissed him, the rational part of my mind is saying but I can't help reliving the kiss in my head. The kiss was intense and passionate and just...perfect. I felt myself harden again and groaned in dismay.

I'm attracted to Wyatt.

Fuck.

The following morning I woke up with a groan to start off the day. I had virtually no sleep at all with thoughts of Wyatt running through my mind. I wondered if he was awake at night and kept thinking what would happen if he came into my room while everyone was asleep. The thought gave me morning wood and I sighed in resignation as I gave my dick an angry glare. This was becoming too frequent. I gave another groan when I realised what this morning meant.

It was Monday and the holidays were over which meant one thing – school.

'Chris, get up!' Mum was shouting loudly.

'I'm up' I yelled back.

'Come down for breakfast then when you're ready.' Mum's voice drifted away as she went into the kitchen

'I'll be down soon.' I called out.

I took a long shower with Wyatt constantly on my mind now. I wondered if he was awake yet. He probably would be as we usually headed to school together. The thought gave my stomach butterflies. What if he tried something again? And what if I let him?

I thought about it long and hard and realised that he would never dare to try anything in public, the most he would try is to talk to me and see where this is heading. Even that thought made me anxious; I had no idea what I wanted.

I made my way downstairs to the dining room to find Wyatt and mum eating at the table. Wyatt gave me the sexiest half grin and I felt my stomach jump in response.

'Morning.' I muttered still feeling the lack of sleep in my eyes.

'Good morning peanut.' mum greeted with a warm smile.

'We should head off soon Chris,' Wyatt smiled at me and yet I didn't dare look in his direction. 'We don't want to be late, do we?'

'I thought Alex was giving you a lift today Wyatt?' Mum asked questioningly 'isn't his car two seated?'

'It is but Chris can get a ride too, he can sit on my lap or something if there's no space.' I gaped at him in shock as Wyatt smiled innocently but I could detect the glint in his eyes.

'I don't mind walking.' I stated firmly.

'Don't be silly Chris.' Wyatt pressed on, leaning forward to gaze me in the eye 'Alex won't mind if...'

DING DONG

The rest of his sentence was cut out by the sound of the doorbell. We all looked at the door wondering who it could be. Mum got up and left me and Wyatt sitting opposite each other just staring. Wyatt was smiling at me almost pleasantly while I just stared passively back.

'Hey Mrs H, how's your summer been?' I heard a familiar voice ask.

'It's been great darling, thanks for asking. How was your trip to Portugal Bianca?'

'It was amazing! I have to tell you all about it sometime.'

'I'd love to hear about it.' Mum chuckled 'Are you here to see Chris?'

'Yeah, I figured we could walk to school together' Bianca stated almost shyly.

'Come in, would you like any breakfast?' Mum kindly enquired.

'No that's ok but thanks for the offer' she replied.

'Chriiiis look who it is...' Mum smugly said walking in with a large grin on her face and with Bianca next to her.

'Bianca.' I said almost breathlessly not sure I was seeing correctly.

'Hey Chris.' she replied half smiling, half looking shy.

She looked amazing. I remember seeing her before summer started and she was pretty but she had yet to mature. All I could say was she'd changed and definitely in a great way. She was wearing a black jumper which hugged her frame with a blue denim skirt which highlighted the creaminess and length of her legs. And damn; when the hell did she get curves and fill out?

I must've been staring at her for too long because I heard a throat clear from beside her and turned to see mum smirking at me with a very amused expression. Bianca was blushing under my scrutiny but she was smiling as well, obviously pleased with my reaction.

'Wow you look...nice' I finished lamely.

Mum burst out laughing and Bianca giggled obviously amused.

'Thanks.' she said rolling her eyes and appearing unconcerned but the tell tale blush on her cheeks indicated her pleasure.

'So you want to walk with me to school?' She asked me shyly.

'I'm sure Wyatt doesn't mind....Wyatt?' Mum asked in his direction sounding concerned.

Oh Shit!

I completely forgot about Wyatt. I slowly turned to look at him and was shocked at the rage on his face. He was glaring at Bianca with utter hate and when he saw me look at him, his eyes literally darkened to pitch black. The jealousy on his face was obvious to me and it left me feeling a mixture of arousal but also fear to see such a dark look on his face and knowing I was the reason.

'Wyatt...Are you ok?' Mum asked him in a worried tone while Bianca recoiled slightly from his glare, oblivious to what had caused this reaction.

'I'm fine' he replied thickly, as if he was swallowing down his anger.

'Are you sure?' Mum asked wondering what was happening.

'Yeah...just a dodgy breakfast' he smiled without humour looking at me again with those piercing eyes. Seeing him smile at me with no real emotion was disconcerting enough but the look in his eyes caused me to shift uneasily. They looked so dark, his pupils literally black and it was full of jealousy and anger that Wyatt seemed to have a hard time containing.

'Are you coming to get a lift with me Chris or not?' He smiled at me again just daring me to say no. Bianca just rubbed her arm consciously wondering what the hell was going on.

'Don't be so rude Wyatt! You can get a lift and Chris will walk Bianca, ok Chris?' Mum spoke daring me to contradict her. I just nodded along agreeing, as if I would go with Wyatt when he was in this state.

'Let's go' I muttered to Bianca and she nodded quickly desperate to get out of there.

We walked past Wyatt without a word who just stood there like a statue. I could see his fingers twitching and I was actually worried that he was going to try something. I stood behind Bianca and followed her out all the while feeling Wyatt's glare piecing my back. Just as we'd opened the door to the front porch, we heard mum scolding Wyatt on his attitude and behaviour.

'What the hell was that about?!' Bianca exclaimed looking at me in shock.

'What do you mean?' I asked nervously knowing who she was talking about.

'I'm talking about your older brother! What is his deal? Did you see the way he looked at me?' she questioned with wide eyes.

'He's just really anti-social' I lied.

'...Right.'

Bianca didn't look as if she believed me but dropped the subject and shyly asked me if I missed her during the summer. I smiled and replied I did and we caught up on what we did during the holidays.

In my head though, I couldn't stop thinking about Wyatt's reaction to Bianca. What was his problem? He acted as if Bianca murdered a kitten and then left its corpse on his bed to find! I have a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that Wyatt's going to question me about Bianca tonight.

Why do I get the feeling that I'm going to pay for this later?

The thought stays with me all day.