Chapter 6: Chapter Five

I locked my bedroom door and plummeted myself onto my duvet. My bed was still unmade from earlier, where I hadn't bothered to do it. The sun gorged through the glass of my bedroom window. I squeezed my eye shut and hid my face into my pillow. Mason had angered me to the core. Why would he just plan something like that behind my back? He knows I hate anyone making plans without consulting me first. It was just all so sudden, and it was as if things began to escalate.

"Knock, knock?" Mason's voice came from the other side of my bedroom door. I didn't reply, I couldn't. Instead I began to silently sob into my pillow.

"Alana?" I hear him call my name in a pleading voice. "Can you please open the door?"

"Go away!" I shout out, but instantly regret it once my voice cracks half way through my two threatening words. I hear him sigh loudly and a thud against the door announces, plummeting through the four walls of my bedroom.

"I'm not going to let you sit in there and cry all day!" He states.

I roll my eyes and slowly sit up, resting my elbows on my knees. "Well good for you." I mumble. I hadn't expected him to hear me but unfortunately...he did. With that, I heard him bang his fist against the wood of my door and the vibration made me jump with fright. Mason could be extremely persistent when he wanted to be. There was no use ignoring him, he'd find his way into my bedroom sooner or later. He always found a ay to get to me.

The thought brought me back to a memory, where I was abut eleven years old and he was about fourteen. I was stuck in a lift and he bashed the lift door down, just to get to me.

"Alana!" He yells. Anger is boiling up inside him. I can tell. I can hear it in the tone of his voice. He's never going to give up. Mason...Mason Stone always gets what he wants.

"Alright!" I yell, my voice still cracking slightly from heavy sobs.

I jump off my unmade bed and unlock the door. Mason is standing with both his hands perched on both sides of the door frame, caging me in. His face is taunted with anger and his eyes look alert.

"What exactly is your problem?"

"What's wrong with going camping with me?" He asked in a interrogating tone.

"Are you serious?" I say in a harsh whisper, eyeing the hallway behind Mason just in case Mum and Dad approach. "You've tried to come onto me twice, Mason!"

He glances behind his shoulder for a quick second and then grabs me by the waist, guiding me backwards into the centre of my bedroom. As he guides me in, he kicks the door closed with the back of his heel. A few lingering, quiet seconds passed between our heavy breaths and he leans in and kisses my forehead. His kiss lingers there for a few seconds, burning my skin. I feel like my heart has paused, the blood in my veins beginning to run slowly to my brain and making me feel light headed. Why is he doing this to me? Why? But for some reason...I like it.

"I was only playing, sis." He says in that husky voice. I pushed my hand flat against his chest, trying to push him away.

"Stop it." I say. "Just stop, stop whatever you're doing."

Suddenly his hand reaches out to my face and wipes the tears that still lingers under my left eye. Before I can comprehend it, his lips smash against mine. I moan out loud as we quickly part and join again. My breath his heavy and his lips are hard against mine, demanding more and more from me. His tongue grazes along my bottom lip and I try to shake my head, protesting against his disgusting actions.

"Open your mouth." He growls against my lip. I don't and with that I feel his teeth biting down on my bottom lip. They dig softly inside and when I gasp his tongue plunges inside. "Maso-" His tongue dances with mine as I begin to feel alive. So alive. The room becomes heated and all I can feel is his hands prying at the hem of my purple tank top. No...this can't happen.

"NO!" I gasp and pull away, backing against the wall beside the window. My breath is heavy and urgent. Mason stands there, his hands hanging at his sides and his lips red and parted from the kiss. "What?"

"What do you mean, 'what?" I say in a unbelievable voice and let out a huff of breath. "We just....!" I couldn't bring myself to say it.

Then, I could hear Mum and Dad's voice approaching from outside on the hallway. Mason and I instantly froze and both stared at my bedroom door. "Mason!? Have you spoke to Alana?"

"Yes, Mum! She's decided to come!" Mason answers with a smirk plastered across his little snarky face. I make a move towards him but he perches his hands at my waist. "It's either camping or another make out session. Your choice." He whispers lowly into my ear. I breath and punch him little in the chest. "You complete idiot!" I groan and shove past him, wiping at my tingling lips. I open my bedroom door to Mum sanding there with her arms crossed, looking down at the floor. "Yes, Mum?"

"So you agree to go camping with your brother?" She asks.

I sigh tiredly and give her a slow nod. "Yep. Whatever." I walk passed her and make my way downstairs to the kitchen. This evening has to be forgotten. Quickly!