14. Cheetos

***Emara Stone***

"Emara..."
"Eww what?" Ryan asks as he leans down to my lips. My spit gets stuck in the throat as my eyes catch his plum lips, they are pinkish in color that reminds me of rosebuds. The bottom one is larger and perkier than the above, but I know those soft things can go fiercely rough and are capable of doing great damage.
If the eyes are the gateway to the soul, the lips are the same thing for the body. My stomach churns as my mind races to places I didn't know it could go until I realize we are in my room and there's a guy peeing in my bathroom and another one freely moonwalking behind us.
"Eh-Emara." I reply sheepishly as if telling him I am a virgin.
"Amara, huh?" Ryan's eyebrow shoots up in interest. His lips curve up in a wolfish grin. "Why do you smell of cherries, Amara?" He whispers so low that it felt like he simply blew air on my ear.
"I-It's my lip gloss." I gulp under sexual tension and my lips part up as if they sent out an invitation for him.
Ryan raises his thumb and slowly touches my lower lip. In an instance, I feel my heartbeat, every single pound in my chest as his rough thumb mops the cherry gloss off my lips.
My eyes fall to the rings in his thick fingers, hefty metallic rings with razor-sharp spikes on it. Spikes so acute that it could easily puncture a hippopotamus also.
All the blood freely roaming in my veins gets impossibly hotter as Ryan licks his thumb that touched my lips. His eyes doesn't leave mine, even for a micro-mili-second. His lips make a sucking sound as he sensually sucks his thumb in between his perky lips.
I dare not move. I dare not even breathe. I'm frozen to the spot. All I can feel is my heart pounding in my chest...*duh-duhn, duh-duhn, duh-duhn.*
The sucking sound makes me feel damp, moist, H2O in my panties.
*I think I just had an orgasm.*
"Excuse me, where do you keep this?" Daniel intervenes as he waves my pink color bra in front of us. My face flush with redness and embarrassment as Ryan slowly turns his attention to my net lace bra hanging in Daniel's hand.
His eyes penetrate through the pink transparent bralette and glare at the man behind it. "Daniel, for fuck's sake stop cleaning. And go search that fucker in other rooms." Ryan growls after snatching my bra from his hand and throws it somewhere behind him.
"Okay, got it." Daniel nods as he moonwalks and leaves us all alone in my room. The room echoes with my pounding heart, I can feel it beating, pulsing, thumping wildly behind my boobs.
Ryan looks at my lips. He stares mere determination, as if he will not only wipe the cherry gloss off my lips but also the skin. *Cannibalism!*
"By the way, I like pink color." He purrs huskily.
Suddenly we hear the flushing sound of the toilet, our heads turn to the right as the bathroom door opens, and the pee-pee guy walks out.
"You like pink? Since when?" He asks surprisingly.
Ryan narrow his evil eyes at the guy as if he will pluck out all his eyebrow hair in the most painful way.
"Oh my god!"
I look around as I hear some kind of noise, more like an echo. Ryan and the pee-pee guy share a look of confusion as they raise their eyebrows in unison.
"Oh my god!"
I again hear the unusual echo. Ryan slowly backs off and walks to the window in a state of distinctness. "What?" He yells at someone, "Oh my god!" Again the voice echoes.
*What the hell is this sound?*
"What the fuck are you telling?" He growls loudly while throwing hands but in return, all we could hear is, OMG OMG.
I can't believe Ryan called his whole gang to beat Ethan, though he nearly blacked him out a few hours ago. *This shit is getting scarier!*
I can't see this, I need to call for backup. I need to call dad now.
I slowly step back towards the door of my room. With silent steps I pull the knob but it abruptly opens with force as Daniel barges in screaming, "The nerd is here. He is talking to the cop."
Ryan spins around, rage dancing in his eyes as he spats with anger. "That bitch!" As if a cyclone entered his veins, his eyes depict pure destruction. Ryan's fist curls up in a weapon as he mentally snaps, "Even if he calls military tonight, I will squeeze his balls."
Squeeze? I bet he meant 'Crush'.
Fear creeps in me after seeing the sardonic smile on his face. I turn my heels and with a supersonic speed run towards the exit screaming for help. But before I could leap out, someone strongly clamps my mouth and silents me by his rough palm, "Now, now. We don't want any chica screwing our plans, right?"
Daniel forcefully drags me back into my room. I try to alert Ethan and scream for help but other than muffling noises I couldn't make out anything.
"Shhh! Keep quiet or I'll throw you out from the window. I am not the nicest guy to be around, Chica." Daniel whispers threateningly. His strength is immense, my face already feels squished under the heavy pressure of his palm.
My eyes bulge out in shock. Fear crawls inside me as I see Ryan wearing a metal steel-brass knuckles on his hand that is used in underground fistfights. One punch from that can send anyone to a plastic surgeon.
I panic in fear as the pee-pee guy pulls out a knife from his pocket and hides it somewhere in his jacket. *What these guys are planning to do?*
"Keep her quiet till we finish our business." Ryan orders Daniel, and he sneers excitedly.
"We'll only attack after he walks inside his room and text Shawn to park the car in front." Ryan tells the pee-pee guy as they stand by the door and wait for the right moment to confront my brother.
I silently pray that Ethan doesn't come up, or at least not alone. But I know from my past test records, God doesn't listen to me.
I try to move hands and legs to get free from Daniel's clutch but like a tiger, his claws hold me tightly in one place. And suddenly, I don't find any of them attractive. They are dangerous, savage, and mentally unstable.
"I am going to call you Cheetos, coz you are looking tasty tonight." Daniel purrs as he drags me to the corner of my room and throws me carelessly on the bed. I bounce a few times before I come face to face with Daniel, who is removing the belt from his jeans.
*What this fucktard is doing?*
Adrenaline floods my system. Sweat prickles on my skin as I hear the metallic leather sound of his belt. I gasp in fear as he leans down to me and speaks in his cold, heartless voice,
"Your choice Cheetos, you want to be a good girl or you want your mouth to be wrapped with my belt?"