The only Hope

Hope’s pov:

Poison led me to my bedroom and closed the door.

“Lie down.” It wasn’t really an order, I could see he was concerned.

Pain shot throughout my entire body. The water from the shower had been too hot. I moaned.

“Told you you needed me.” He smirked as he covered me with blankets.

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks anyway…”

“No problem.” His face got really close to mine as he tugged me in. He was quite handsome, I’ll give him that. Okay Hope, no. Just no. You can’t even actually trust him, what if he snaps at you again?

“Look…” He snapped me out of my thoughts. “I’ll let you sleep for another hour, okay? After that we need to talk.” He moved away as he stood up straight again.

“Okay, fine.” I didn’t really want to talk, but I guess I had to at some point. And this time his pokerfaced brother wouldn’t be joining us…

“Sleep tight.” Poison left the room and I fell asleep again. Well, Gerard then. I prefer calling him Gerard.

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BAM!

I immediately woke up. Was that a gunshot!?

I jumped out of the bed, ignoring that I still felt lightheaded, and ran downstairs. There was no one there. Shit, where were they!?

BAM!

Fuck, what the hell was going on!? I ran over to the back door and peeked through the window. But the window was too small to see anything.

BAM!

Another shot!? Well, here goes nothing. This time I swung the door open and ran outside, only to find Frank and Gerard staring at me, while holding their guns.

“What the…!?” I was about to shout.

Then I looked around, there was no one else around. But what I did see were stacks of empty cans. I suddenly realized what they were doing. Yup… They were practicing…

“Sweetcheeks, you do know that you’re only wearing a shirt, do you?” Frank said frowning.

I heard Gerard laugh. My god, I was so embarrassed.

“I…” I didn’t know what to say.

Gerard and Frank both lowered their guns and walked up to me.

“I know it’s summer, but at least properly dress yourself.” Frank joked. I smiled, but then dropped my eyes. They both noticed that. Gerard put his arm around me.

“Let’s get you inside, we need to talk anyway.” God, again with the talking. I’d had enough of that. I freed myself from Gerard’s arm and ran inside. Frank and Gerard looked confused.

When I got upstairs I sat on the bed, facepalming the shit out of my face. “Crap…” I muttered. I had embarrassed myself completely and now I still had to talk to them in all seriousness.

“Hope?” Gerard came running up the stairs. “Are you okay? Did we insult you or anything?”

“No, no. I… I was just being stupid. I didn’t know you guys were practicing, so I ran outside in… only my shirt. So yeah…”

“And my underwear, luckily.” Gerard laughed.

“What!? Your underwear!?” I looked down and started pulling the fabric.

“Oh my god, I thought these were shorts!” My face turned really red this time. Gerard was literally laughing his ass off now.

“Woman! What!?” I looked past Gerard and saw Frank reaching for the ground. He was laughing so hard he couldn’t breathe. I guess he heard my remark…

I just smiled, I still felt terribly embarrassed. Gerard must have noticed, because he spoke up.

“Okay, okay… So we know who the Darwin award goes to…” He grinned and looked at Frank, but then changed his attitude. “But I think we should really go downstairs now and talk.”

Frank wiped the tears from his face and tried to make a very manly pose, tried… “Uhm, yeah… Yeah, we should. I’ll make you some breakfast.” He pointed at me and walked downstairs.

Gerard turned to me again. “You sure you’re okay?” He looked worried this time. Oh sure, first you laugh at me in my face and now you care? I sighed.

“Yeah, think so. Just give me a minute.” I bent down and grabbed the joggings pants from the floor. I noticed Gerard was still standing there. I thought it’d be better to ignore him, but then he spoke.

“Need help with that?” He obviously saw me struggling as I was still weak, my legs were trembling. Although, this time his voice sounded different. It didn’t sound worried, but more determined and low. And before I knew it he kneeled in front of me.

“Here.” He had grabbed the pants and was about to dress me, but then he did the unexpected.

He pulled the pants up with one hand and caressed my leg with the other. His hands moved slowly, but they made their way up, his eyes locked on my legs. As soon as he reached my thighs I started to shiver. I didn’t want this, at all. Did I?

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