I stormed through the crowds of students and ignored Dominic's snarl for people to move out of his way. I flat-out ran when I got out of the school, I ran until I was in the middle of a quiet estate, and I was sure that Dominic wasn't following me.

It was only then that I noticed my hand was throbbing in pain, my chest was hurting me, and tears were streaming down my cheeks.

I wasn't sure which pain I was crying over though; both were pretty bad.

Where are you? I got a text from Ryder, Dominic said you ran out of school. Are you okay?

I sighed as I read my sister's text and hit reply.

I'm nearly at the house now; I just went on a long walk for most of the day. Talk to you in a few minutes, put the kettle on.

I pocketed my phone with a grunt, texting with my bad hand was harder than I thought it would be. I tugged my bag high up onto my shoulder and gazed around my road as I made the familiar trip down the path towards the gates of my garden.

I spotted Ryder's family Jeep in my garden, and I groaned. Great, just what I needed, having the brother of that arsehole in my presence.

"I'm home," I shouted when I entered my house and closed the door behind me. "I'm goin' to bed though-"

"Come into the kitchen first, hun," Branna's voice shouted over me.

I sighed, rubbed the bridge of my nose and walked into the kitchen.

"I know you want an explanation, but I can't deal with talkin' right now, I just want to-" I stopped talking and pretty much stopped breathing when I looked to the kitchen table and found Dominic sat at it with a cup of tea in his hands.

Was this son. Of. A. Bitch. Fucking with me?

I took in a really long, deep inhale before I exhaled and locked eyes with the ultimate prick. "You best be gettin' the fuck out of me house!"

"Bronagh!" Branna shouted in outrage at the same time Dominic snorted and said, "Or what, pretty girl?"

No one had time to move because I turned, grabbed a cup that was on the counter, turned back and hurled it full-forced at Dominic. It clocked him right on the head, and he let out a very masculine roar for an eighteen-year-old as he jumped up and grabbed his forehead with his hand. The poor cup was in pieces on the floor, but I didn't care. I totally succeeded at having fabulous aim with my weaker arm.

I wasn't finished though. I turned, picked up a plate - it had biscuits on it - that was also on the counter and hurled it at him. He, however, used his arm this time to block the blow. It still had to hurt though because the plate smashed into pieces when it made contact.

"Let me go!"

It was Branna screaming at Ryder who had his arms clamped around her waist, keeping her from charging at me. That fucking traitor, how dare she try and come at me when she invited the enemy into my inner sanctum after what he did to me!

I turned to find more dishes to lob at Dominic, but there weren't any left. I was about to move towards the knives when a body smashed into my back and an arm clamped around me, pinning my arms to my sides.

I knew it was him, I just knew it.

"Get off me! I'm havin' you arrested for this. I'm sick and fuckin' tired of you touchin' and manhandlin' me, you horrible, stupid-lookin', big bastard!"

"Bronagh Jane Murphy!" Branna bellowed.

I let my jaw drop and turned my head to the left.

She just snapped my full name at me.

She. Was. Pissed!

"Your initials are BJ?" Dominic snorted in my ear making me grimace.

I ignored him and focused on Branna. "I don't even care, Branna. He shouldn't be here, and I'm mad as hell that you've put gettin' a ride off Ryder over me, you dirty slapper!"

I was sort of grateful when Ryder held tightly onto Branna this time, because when she tried to charge me, her eyes were murderous, and I knew without a doubt that if she got a hold of me, she would kick seven shades of shite out of me.

"You little bollocks, I'm goin' to deck you when I get me hands on you!"

I sarcastically snorted and said, "Child abuse."

Branna let out a roar and clawed at Ryder's hands with her nails that were the most deadly poxy things on this planet. They were like mini fucking razors. Even as big and strong as Ryder was, he snatched his hands away from her when she drew blood.

I screamed bloody murder, stomped on Dominic's right foot so he would jump back and release me - which he did with another roar - then sprinted like Usain Bolt out of the kitchen and towards the stairs so I could get up to my bedroom and put a big wooden oak door between myself and Branna.

I had made it about halfway up the stairs when she caught me by the leg and pulled hard causing me to face-plant on the stairs. I screamed as I flipped myself over and instantly put my non-injured hand up to block Branna's impending blows.

"I'm goin' to kill you!" she shouted into my face.

I was still screaming but managed to hold her up off me.

"I'm sorry, you aren't a slapper… well, not a huge one anyway-"

"Oh, that will make her less angry!"

"Fuck you, you cheatin' bastard!" I screamed as I turned to look through the banisters.

Ryder and Dominic where leaned up against the hall wall observing me being viciously attacked by my so-called sibling and didn't do a single thing to stop it. They actually looked fucking amused, the pricks.

"Stop that, stop being such a little-"

"Such a little what? Huh? Why are you defendin' Dominic? If you say it's because you are shaggin' his brother, I'm disownin' you and never talkin' to you again!" I snarled.

Branna stopped her attack on me but didn't move off me.

"I'm not defendin' him, I still think he is a little cocky shite who needs a good clout now and then, but I do think you should let him explain himself."

"I think 'like' is putting things a little too strongly now after being attack with dishes-"

"Shut up, you see red whenever Damien talks about her and her could-be-or-could-not-be-boyfriend Gavin."

"He is not her boyfriend, how many damn times do I have to keep saying that? I told you what went down last night!" Dominic snapped to his brother.

I was gaping at him.

How dare he speak for me.

Gavin wasn't my boyfriend but still!

"How do you know he isn't me boyfriend now? I could have went to him today for all you know!" I glared at him.

He turned his head to me and smirked. "Because I told him today before school that if he touched you, I'd kill him. I might have also mentioned something about you being mine."

Oh.

My.

God.

"What is wrong with you? I'm not somethin' you own. You can't tell people to not touch me-"

"I can and I will," he cut me off.

I looked back at Branna who was grinning.

"What are you grinnin' about?" I growled.

She shrugged, still practically on top of me. "He wants you to be together for good. He wants to explain what you saw in school today but is worried you will attack him since you usually do when he makes you mad."

"I do not!" I bellowed.

"You do!" Branna smiled.

"Like you can talk. He had to get stitches over you last night!"

Branna shrugged. "You hit him more."