Shattered Girl (Emmy)

"Emilia, I'm so glad you are awake," his smile grew impossibly wide, He approached with his hand out, lowering it when he saw my left arm was splinted. "I'm Clint Peters, your stepfather," yep, that's exactly what I was afraid of. he was reaching out to pat my shoulder, but

I flinch away from him, not wanting this strange guy, with the over white smile to touch me.

"Dad, stop it, she doesn't want you touching her when she's hurt" The boy stepped up, grabbing the older man's shoulder and turning him slightly away from me. I gave him a small smile of thanks for his intervention.

"Oh nonsense, she doesn't mind, do you Emilia?" Clint's creepy white smile was plastered back on his face, as he shook his son's hand off his arm.

"Umm, my name's Emmy, not Emilia, and I'm in a lot of pain, so I do mind" While wanting my voice to be strong, it still wobbled with fatigue. The boy, whose name I still didn't know, but guessed was one of my step-brothers, snorted. Clint glared at him, as he turned back toward me. His glare made me flinch, and my stepbrother took another step forwrd, ready to block me from his father.

"Oh, that's right, your mother warned me of this childish nickname you insist on using." He sighed loudly, thinking for a minute he snapped his fingers, and grinned at me." I have an idea, when we are home you can call yourself Emmy, but while out in public you can go by Emilia, it's a much more dignified name for the daughter of a soon-to-be senator."

I stared at Clint, shocked into silence, there was no way this guy was serious, I glanced at my new stepbrother, but he just rolled his eyes and shook his head.

another word to me, he crossed the room, told my stepbrother whose name was Jacob to help me get ready to leave, and walked into the hallway

took in my injuries. "I'm sorry my father is such an asshole, luckly he isn't around much." He smilied at me, as he pulled a chair up to the bed and

right now?" He asked, his face concerned. I studied him for a moment, seeing the

there seemed to be at least one

me. holding out his hand to. "Nice to meet you, Jacob, I take

only related to him through my mother's marriage, and of all the stepbrother romances I had seen advertised on my e-reader. Ok fine, I might have a few of them saved for later, I

later, he's my twin." Jacob smiled and ran his hand through his hair. "Our other two brothers are currently stationed out of the country," he said over his shoulder Oh wow there are four of them, I'm so screwed. My inner voice was now doing a happy dance as she began searching for something sexy to wear. No I thought, I'm a character in a romance novel, I cannot get romantically involved with any of them. My inner voice flipped me the bird and began pulling out

of belongings out of the little closet, opened the bag, and began searching for something for me to wear. After a minute a frown appeared on his handsome face, as he dug through the meager contents. I knew any clothing left

not going to find anything worth wearing in

to wear so you don't have to go home in that hospital gown. I think the nurse left these for you to change into" He reached for something on the bedside table and held up a new pair of

up my body " You can't help me

dressed with a broken arm, and cracked ribs, hmmm" Jacob said, pointing