Page 37 of The Stepbrother 2: Noah
Noah-
"You're going to have to kill me to keep me down here." Creed’s tilted brown eyes shot glares in my direction.
She looked like a wild woman with her dress tied around her thighs, her hair standing on end, and mascara running down her cheeks.
I frowned. "You're being dramatic right now. The only thing I'm going to hurt is your pussy. Now put the weapon down and answer my question."
"Come here, and I'll show you dramatic," Creed yelled as she circled the coffee table, trying to get to me. I was standing behind the chair it faced.
All morning, she'd been acting like a child. She was holding a toilet plunger, trying to hit me with it. I was amused at first, but now she was annoying me. We'd only been here two days, and she was acting like years had passed.
"Answer the question, Creed, and I'll leave you alone for today."
She jabbed the plunger in my direction. "I'm not answering shit. You're the one who needs a therapist, Dr. Jekyll."
I had asked her if she thought she would have benefitted from more attention from her parents. Creed needed some introspection. It helped me. I was now very well aware of my own issues and had the tools to deal with them constructively—not in this situation. This situation didn’t count. Creed had pushed me to this.
Sighing, I walked over to my duffel bag, keeping Creed in view so she didn’t charge me. I stuck my hand into my bag and pulledout my bottle of pills. They rattled inside the bottle as I did. I turned back to Creed, who had inched closer.
I raised them so she could see them. "You see these?"
"I'm not fucking blind, asshole," she shouted.
I continued as if she wasn’t being obnoxious.
"These pills keep me even, stop me from doing all the things I think about doing to you, keep me patient. They give me a few seconds to think first before reacting."
I turned and walked over to the kitchen sink and dumped them down the drain.
"What are you doing?" Creed yelled, sounding frantic.
"Getting rid of my restraints." I hit the garbage disposal. I had been taking mood stabilizers since I was ten. Hearing them being destroyed was kind of freeing.
I turned and grabbed Creed around the waist as she approached me from behind.
"Let me go. You need those pills with your crazy ass.” She struggled.
I sniggered. "I haven’t taken them since you've been back. They kept me from showing you how I truly feel."
I carried her to the bed and placed her down on it. Straddling her waist and thighs, using my full weight to keep her still, I pulled her hands above her head. "I knew you were going to give me trouble. That's why I installed these." It only took seconds to pull out and cuff her right hand. I cuffed the left in the leather restraint, then rose off her. She screamed and called me all kinds of names.
Pain exploded in my head when her foot connected with my ear. I sighed, swallowing my anger, as I continued to restrain her.
"Let me fucking go, Noah. You're going too far."
I paused as I was about to open the nightstand next to the bed.
Was I going too far?Maybe kidnapping her was a bit much, I thought, but then I remembered how she had told me she would take my baby away after forcing me to impregnate her. I could go a long way before I caught up with her.
"No, not too far."
She went still when her eyes connected with the shears I pulled from the drawer.
"Wha... What are you about to do with those, Noah?" she choked out, licking her dry lips.
A smirk curved my lips. "I specifically bought this dress here to cut you out of it. I've been thinking about it obsessively since you wore it on that date with Devon that summer. He’s so fucking perfect for you, you know that? If not for that little mishap with Maine, y'all would have been the perfect power couple. I hate him for that. I'm so glad he fucked up." I hated this dress. It was a white sundress with flower shapes. It made her look angelic. She had worn her hair spread like a halo on her head for him. I had been fuming that night while she was gone. I would have gone after her if Ashley hadn't distracted me.
"Don't do that." Her voice had a hitch in it. She was scared.
