“Can I say my brother’s an asshole? Ok, my brother is an asshole, right? And now he’s some fucking martyr God now that he’s dead. He’s dead, by the way. He’s dead, right?”
“Did you not get a chance to say goodbye?”
“No, I was too fucked up. My mom came in to get me and I couldn’t even move. I couldn’t move my head so I didn’t get to say goodbye. I just laid there in my bed thinking about all the attention he was going to get whenever he came home. How all his stupid friends would sign his cast and how he’d probably get a pity lay out of it. So, I didn’t get to say goodbye and now…You know the thing was that…shit…he was never an asshole. He was actually really cool with me. And he could have ratted me out like a thousand times and he never did. Me and him used to do all kinds of fun shit together and the truth is I wanna be just like him. I loved him more than anything. And I was too fucked up to say goodbye. In the end, that is all I ever gave him, was nothing. You know how that feels to have one shot and fucking just blow it? It’s gone, I’ll never get that chance again. I just miss him so much.”
“He obviously loves his lady very much.” ◄╝ ★ ╚► ”I know very well, better than anybody else, a version of Rob.”
Dedicated to Paloma as a late bday gift. lol
“I need to know why you hate me.”
My eyes widened and I blinked a few times, confused. He thought I hated him?
“What do you mean?”
He sighed, running his hand through his hair. It was sticking up all over the place and he was just making it worse.
“I mean, you fucking run from me, you won’t look at me or talk to me. The only reason you’re doing it now is because you don’t think you have any other choice because you have to put my laundry away. I mean, fuck, I could do that shit myself but the only way I can get you to stay in the same goddamn room with me is to give you work to do. You have no problem hanging out with my brothers so why the fucking problem with me? Am I that fucking horrible?”
I just stared at him in shock as he rambled it all out in frustration. I was slightly stunned and couldn’t get my lips to move to form words.
“And Christ, now I’m sitting here yelling at you again and cursing, like that’s going to fucking fix anything,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Is that what’s wrong? Is it my temper? Do I scare you?” I shook my head hesitantly. He groaned. “Then what?”
I sighed. “I don’t hate you. I just…” I started, unsure of how to explain it.
“Just what?” he asked.
“I just don’t understand you,” I said softly. He sighed and opened his mouth to respond but was cut off by his phone ringing. He groaned loudly and picked it up, glancing at it. He looked up at me and sighed.
“Have a good night, sir,” I said, turning and heading for the door.
“Isabella,” he called out, his phone still ringing. I turned my head to look at him. He was frowning. “I think you’ll find that we’re a lot more alike than you think, if you give us the chance to even get to know each other.”