Page 4 of Breaker

I make eye contact with the brunette that’s in my class, who rolls her eyes, recognizing me and mouths, "Lost a bet," making me smirk, which widens when she mouths, "Please do something."

I give her a nod as I clap my hands loudly, causing the two men to look my way. The science guy, not sure of his name, jumps back, his small dick pulling out of Kai's ass quickly, making Kai wince before we make eye contact. His widens in shock as the brunette grabs her clothes, whispering, "Thanks, hon, you defo deserve better," while rushing past me and out of the room.

I tilt my head at Kai and comment, "So not only are you a cheater within the educational system and used me because you're a dumb fucker, but you're also a cheater within a relationship." I widen my eyes for dramatic effect, and gasp, "Wow, you're a serial cheater who apparently likes it up the ass, too."

Scoffing, I shake my head as I push off the door frame and turn around, ready to get out of here. The audience has gathered to laugh at the idiot when his voice echoes, "Baby, please it-it isn't what it looks like…."

I put my hand up and walk away, saying over my shoulder, "It's exactly what it looks like, and not only are you thick as fuck, using me to try and pass your classes, which you've now been busted for, but you're also the worst fuck I've ever had."

Granted, only one was before him, but he doesn't need to know that.

The hall erupts in laughter, and people shout, "Burn…."as I leave, my phone ringing through the noise.

I answer it with a smile when I notice who it is. "Well if it isn't my favorite big brother."

He chuckles. "I'm your only brother, squirt…." I smile as he continues, "I'm calling to make sure you ended things with that dick."

Knowing he never agreed with our relationship, I laugh and comment, "Actually, I didn't need to. I caught him screwing some brunette who lost a bet, and some guy screwing his ass."

Jack starts to gag, which makes me laugh a bit. I love my big brother. He's completing his four-year bachelor's degree in auto service management. He's amazing and my hero.

I never knew how he didn't become jaded like I did; though, he doesn’t know the whole story, so that may have something to do with it.

He clears his throat. "I really could have lived without that visual, sis. I am happy you're through with him."

I smile as I walk out of the building, heading back to my own, ready to study, as Jack asks, "I'm uh, calling to see if you're coming tonight."

Ah yes, my parents twenty-sixth wedding anniversary.

Don't get me wrong—I love my momma, and Dad treats her right, but how can she be sure he hasn't strayed again?

How does she know that the nurse was the only one?

He claimed they've only slept together that once, that he gave in to her advantages but didn’t really want to do it. But how can she trust his word?

How can she believe he wouldn't do it again?

I shake my head to clear my thoughts and sigh. "I'm sorry, but I'm behind on my algebra."

He hums, not believing me, his words proving it as he rasps, "You can't keep pushing away him, sis. He made a mistake?—"

I cut him off. "A mistake I walked in on, a mistake that he only got forgiven for because Momma lost Grams. She was ready to leave him, and he used her mental state to worm his way back in. I'm sorry, but you and Momma may have forgiven him, but I haven't, and you know what, Jack…. He made a mistake, right? Does that mean you'd make a 'mistake' on a girl you claimed to love?"

He groans, and I can already picture him running his fingers through his black hair, the same shade as our father's, in frustration.

I must admit, I'm so happy I take after Momma, with her dark blue eyes and blond hair. Though, mine is lighter than hers, like the sun—at least that’s what my dad used to say.

"No, I would never do that…. Please, squirt, it's their anniversary…."

I shake my head at his pleas, and snap, "I'm sorry, but I can't. Send my love to Momma, and I'll speak to you tomorrow, okay?"

With a disappointed sigh, he murmurs, "You'll have to forgive sooner or later, sis. It's been thirteen years. I think you've made him suffer enough with the number of milestones he's missed in your life, fuck, you even made sure he didn’t get a ticket to your high school graduation. It was only by chance he got in." He sighs. "I'll give you a call around the same time tomorrow. Love you."

He hangs up, and I cringe.

I know he wants me to forgive so we can be a happy family again, but I just can't.

I stopped believing in love when I was seven, and I stopped idolizing my father, which is why I never went into the medical field like I grew up promising to do.

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