Page 53 of Passing the Red Line
Just like Eliana said, the person that looks like me is on the couch with a half-naked woman on his lap.
“Oh my god!” The woman yells out scrambling off my brother and grabbing her clothes from the floor.
My brother starts to collect himself but he’s not as frantic and his friend is.
“What the hell, Christian?” Adrian, my brother yells out.
“Are you serious right now?!” I yell, trying really hard not to lose my shit. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“What?” He asks like I walked into his place and not the other way around. “My mom said that you were going to Chicago. What areyoudoing here?”
“Es mi casa!” I yell, failing at keeping my emotions intact. I take a deep breath and try to speak to my brother as calmly as I can. “So because my mom told you that I was going to be out of town, you decided to break in and fuck your girlfriend on my couch?”
“It’s not breaking in if I know the code to the front door and to your alarm.” The asshole just shrugs. It’s like Eliana all over again with.
It’s not breaking in if the door was wide open.
“And I’m not his girlfriend,” the blonde announces, now fully dressed. “We actually just met. He told me this was his house.”
“Fucking hell,” I’m about to pull all my hair out and go bald. Not only do I have my girlfriend crying because she caught my brother having sex and thought I was cheating on her, now I have a strange woman in my house that my brother doesn’t even know.
Adrian must see my frustration, because he finally gets up from the couch and walks over to the strange woman.
“Meet me outside, yeah? I’ll take you home. I just need to talk to my brother for a minute or two.”
This woman must really be interested in my brother if she is giving him a nod and walking out to wait for him outside, because otherwise she would be telling him to fuck off and calling a car.
As soon as the girl is out of the house and the door is closed behind her, my brother turns to me.
“Why aren’t you in Chicago?”
“Why the fuck are you in my house?” I ask, my anger somewhat controlled. The only reason I’m not fully losing it is because I know Eliana is in the room.
Adrian looks behind me before giving me a shrug. “I sometimes use the place when you're out of town. Women love the beach front property.”
“Ew,” I hear Eliana whisper.
Ew is fucking right. Where else has my brother screwed some strange chick in my house without me knowing? Visuals start to form in my head and come up with two conclusions. I either have to burn everything and buy new furniture or just buy a new house. I’m going with burning everything. I like this house too much.
“Who are you?” Adrian asks, a smile spreading across his face as he walks around me and walks over to Eliana.
“Um,” Eliana starts and looks over at me, silently asking if she should tell him who she is or keep it a secret given the jobs she is about to start.
She not a fucking secret.
“Her name is Eliana and she walked in on you screwing the blonde,” I tell my brother.
Adrian nods. “And I’m going to take a wild guess that you saw us and thought that I was Christian and freaked out. That’s why you look like you have been crying.”
My brother can be a prick sometimes, but he does have a heart when he wants to.
Eliana nods. “You two look really alike from the back,” she whispers.
“Good genes,” my brother announces proudly.
This night has taken a weird ass turn and I’m fucking done with it. I just want to get to sleep.
“Adrian, go take the girl home, and don’t bring anyone else back here.”
