Blossom's POV

"Brick, let me go!," I demmanded as my fists pounded on his chest.

He stayed silent. After fighting for a while, we entered a room. The walls inside were dark red. There was a desk, laptop, bubble chair, a king sized bed, book case, flat screen TV, and some video games. I had a feeling this was his room, so I fussed even louder than before.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let! Me! G-" Brick threw me on the bed and hovered over me with a look of anger.

"Stop it, Blossom! You're not leaving and that's an order!," he barked.

I kept my mouth shut as tears crawled out of my eyes. It's like the day we broke up 3 years ago. I was 15 at the time and I lived a great life. Brick and his brothers came around and decided to stay in Townsville. He asked me out a month after we started hanging out and becoming close. Love strucked, I accepted his offer. Brick was sweet and affectionate, but then the RowdyRight Boys Z came. I became a good friend with the leader, Blaze, but Brick thought otherwise. Blaze had shorter hair than Brick and his eyes were darker. He wore bandanas and only had a thing for Berserk. One day, Blaze asked me to help him ask Berserk out. I let him ask me out as if I was his crush, but Brick saw and got furious. When I tried to explain about what happened, Brick just got mad and dragged me to his house. He threw me on his bed and yelled at me like right now. After a week, he and his brothers left and didn't come back. Now they did, but this time, they took over Japan in the process. Brick managed to find us and take me as his captive. That's how I ended up here. Brick looked at me and softened his eyes, along with his tone.

"Blossom, please don't cry," he pleaded while reaching out to me. I scooched away from his arms. He looked hurt, but so was I.

"Brick, I wanna go home," I whispered.

"But this is your home. Don't you like it?," he asked.

I shook my head and pulled my knees to my chest. Brick crawled over to me. My body went as stiff as my feelings for him. He pulled me to his chest and hummed a song. It was a soft tune that he used to hum to me when I was scared, but now it's the thing that is causing me to be scared.

"Where are my sisters?," I questioned.

"Safe with my brothers," he answered.

"Can I call someone?," I pleaded.

"Depends, who is it?," he shot, his eyes narrowing a bit.

"Umm," I hesitated.

"Blossom, who is it?"

"..."

"Blossom Utonium, answer me right now."

"Blaze, ok?"

Brick was silent. He simply laid down and took me with him in a strong grip.

"You are mine, not his, so get used to it," he muttered before clapping twice and the lights turning off.

I mentally growled. Liar. I am not his and he sure as heck isn't mine. Tomorrow, I'll make sure he understands that.