Page 14 of Game of Revenge

“This just doesn't feel real. How is it that last week we were bowling and having a group date? Taking a break from the construction, and now…”

Stopping, I pull his hand so he will look at me.

“I know they say we should remember the ones we lost, but I'm not ready yet. It hurts too much,” Tray whispers as his eyes fill with tears.

“It only just happened. We are allowed to live in a state of delusion. Brian would understand.”

“Mike is the most delusional. This morning I heard him humming while brushing his teeth. He hasn't broken down once, and I'm worried about him.”

I've barely left the room in two days so I haven't noticed anything being off. “People process things differently. Just keep an eye on him and when he breaks, love and support him like you're doing to me.”

“Look, Tray, I appreciate you trying to distract me, but I just want to go back to bed.”

Continuing down the street, I turn as we reach a stop sign. There is a small park and I can hear the men laughing and clinking beer bottles.

Tray stops and looks behind us. “Yeah, let's turn around,” he mutters, and I sigh. My shoulder loses some of the tension in them.

“Hey, if it isn't those sissy boys. The ones fucking Brian. God rest his faggot soul,” a man shouts, and I turn to see who is speaking.

Instantly I remember him from the other night.

“What did you say?” I roar, taking a step closer as my fists clench.

He laughs, shaking his dark hair. “You heard me. He's right where he belongs and you better take your filth and leave my town before you join him.”

“Craig, stop. Look man, he's drunk. His wife just left him for a woman so his opinion is skewed. I'm sorry about Brian. He was a great guy,” a tall blond says, grabbing his about to be dead friend and pulling him back to the picnic table where some of the other guys are watching this all go down.

“Kier, let's just go,” Tray mumbles. His body is stiff as he keeps an eye on everyone.

Some of the men are scowling at us, the others look like they couldn't give a fuck.

Do they have something to do with Brian's death…

If they are the ones they better watch out because I will massacre them all. They don't call my best friend the Doctor for nothing.

Michael

Kiernan and Tray walk out the door, and I wait a few minutes before getting up and going back into the kitchen.

I know I should feel some form of guilt or maybe remorse for what I did, but I didn't really kill my brother.

He was already practically dead. I just gave him a push so he wouldn't be in pain anymore.

That's all.

Humming to myself, I move around the kitchen, preparing something to eat. My mother watches me, but she's not really seeing me. But that's okay.

Soon she won't even remember I was a twin. I will be the only light in her life. Her one and only baby boy.

Hiding my smile from her. I keep my back to her as I whisk the broth. This is going to be good and just the thing to make everyone better.

I know it's only been a few days, but the constant weeping for Brian is getting old.

Time to let the past lie and start our future.

Dishing out some broth into a bowl, I walk back to the table and place it in front of my mom.

She glances at it and sighs, but she never picks up the spoon.

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