17. Illiterate Chicken

***Emara Stone***

“Your choice Cheetos, you want to be a good girl or you want your mouth to be wrapped with my belt?"
I stare at Daniel with horror as he wraps his belt around his knuckles intimidatingly. His fist has scars and scratches too, similar to Ryan's. They appear dark and deep as if occurred a week ago. I would be stupid to think that he won't hit a girl.
Daniel's grey eyes darken and he sends me a hostile smirk. The corner of his chin has streak mark that extends till his jaw depicting he has been beaten or probably had jaw restructuring surgery. He looks dangerously creepy, like a wicked potato.
I stay statue on my bed as my logical side of the brain gets into a deep analysis of the current situation. Ryan->Ethan->Fight->Blood->Hospital->Plastic Surgery!
This is not right, it's a nightmare.
It has to be a nightmare.
A bad dream I desperately want to wake up from. So that when I wake up, I go back to updating my book, Ryan goes back to college, and Daniel's jeans go back to his waist, that is now slipping down from his thighs.
His red underwear reflects vibrantly in my retina as his jeans slowly slide down from his legs. My eyes unwantedly fall to his undies big holey y-fronts that I have never seen before of a guy. They look big and filled like a shopping bag.
I look up at Daniel, his grim eyes stay on me like a prison's watchman, being unaware of his denim's south driving skills. "Y-your jeans." I point my shaky finger towards the outer red peel of his banana.
Daniel narrows his eyes as he speaks sternly, "It's not for sale."
*Huh?* I blink a few times as I try to decode what he just said. "What? No, your underwear-" He instantly cuts me off as he barks like an unfriendly dog, "It's not for sale either."
*This illiterate chicken!*
"No-no, I mean it's going down." I instantly clear the misinterpretation, but Daniel noxiously shakes his head and as he snaps pointing at the roof, "And you will directly go up, so better close that mouth before I shove washing powder down your throat." My heart flinched at his sour tone.
*Washing powder?*
"I think he went to his room." The pee-pee guy whispers. Ryan nods as he unlocks the door of my room and with silent steps, they exit leaving me and Daniel in the room.
I gulp down nervously as I feel like a caged and cheated Cinderella. The prince of Tomorrow land turned out to be an evil man, and he captivated me under his commander with red undies.
Daniel's jeans have now surpassed his thighs, where I can see small curly hair on his upper leg. I look everywhere in the room except at him or his red flag. I casually look at my roof in search of cobwebs or spiders.
"AAAAAAH!"
Suddenly my head snaps at the door as I hear Ethan's high pitch thin, girlish scream, that echoed through the walls. The hair strands at the back of my neck straighten up in response to the acute scream of terror.
It was the loudest and most piercing scream I had ever heard. It sounded like a howl of a wild panicking mountain goat or a Pikachu.
After the loud shrill, an aggressive growl follows instantly. "What the hell are you doing here?" It was the kind of snarl that made your blood run cold. My eyes widen and pulse quickens as I recognize it is none other than the maniac Ryan.
"Bro you need to see this!" The pee-pee guy hastily rushes in the room and calls his friend excitedly. “What? What!" Daniel frantically hops. He immediately leaves me and his belt on the bed, and speedily moonwalks after the guy to witness the fight. Did he just leave me alone?
*Such a bad watchman!*
I sit there with my clouded head, trying to make out a smart decision at this one opportunity I am given. Should I go tell dad about them or should I go after Daniel to watch the drama with my own eyes rather than waiting for someone to upload it on Instagram later?
I lift my ass from the bed, I waste no time as I rush out of my room with firm determination. I have no clue as to what I would do when I get there, all I know is that I have to get there, fast.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I hear Ethan's hostile snarl as I enter his room that smells of baby powder. *He better not be naked!*
I gasped. My mouth hung open in shock and my eyes almost fell out from the socket as I see our college's beauty queen hiding like a scared frog behind Ethan, who is murderously glaring at the beauty queen's beast brother.
"What the hell is she doing here?" I blurt out at Ethan. *Don't tell me kidnaped her!*
Ethan's outrageous swollen eyes fall on me then to my right at Daniel ,who is excitedly recording the whole scene on his phone. My brother glares at his jeans that are basically hanging in between his hairy thighs.
"What the hell were you doing in my sister's room?" Ethan growled at the top of his lungs.
"What the hell my sister is doing in your room?" I hear an aggressive growl beside me that tore through me like a sharp shard of glass. Ryan's voice is so powerful and thick, that it made something wildly squirm in me.
*Was that an orgasm just now?*
"What the hell is going on here?" I hear another heavy, hoarse voice that roared like an authority in the house.
*Oh great! Dad is here.*
I turn around and find my father fuming in frustration as he looks at us gallingly. His broad figure covers the entrance of the room, locking us all inside the room with zero probability of escape.
Daniel was first to react. He locks his phone and cautiously bends down to pull his jeans that are now strangling his ankles. He has a confused look on his face as he wiggles his hips inside the denim, probably trying to decode how his pants fell off.
My dad lifts his bureaucratic finger and points at everyone individually, "You, you, you, you and you and you. All of you, come down." He sternly commands in his officer tone.
But the order didn't reach Ryan's ears. His eyes are hard-rimmed and fixed on Ethan as if they have rusted into place. And Ethan didn't bulge either, as if he is no longer able to move his eyeballs from Ryan. I know what it is...
*Sexual tension!*
"Living room, now." The officer demanded, making us all immediately shuffle out one by one. We all walk and Daniel moonwalks to the living room. We quietly sit on the couch as the cop stands in front of us intimidatingly in his dark blue uniform.
His hands are folded back as he roams in the room with deep thoughts. "So tell me, who is dating who, and Emara, I hope you have only one boyfriend. I raised you well." My dad says sternly, more like a warning as he looks down at me. *Why me?*
*Why me always?*
"He is the who punched me and now trespassing in my house.” Ethan abruptly stands up and screams at Ryan with enmity. "Why you brought my sister to your room?" Ryan yells back with double intensity. His fists are balled tightly to his sides as if they itch to hit Ethan.
"Enough. Both of you." My father comes in between and pushes them away like a referee. Ethan's t-shirt hugs his chest as he takes deep breaths. He looks like a panda with two blacked eyes and a nasty face that seems I drew I drew with my left hand.
With a face like a broken TV, he can still get the beauty queen of our college. *Woh!*
"Emara who is your boyfriend among thes- Wait, and how did you get inside?" My father's attention takes a U-turn at the boys, who are simply enjoying my mother's caramel popcorn.
"Through the window." Daniel replies before fisting his mouth with the popcorns.