Page 69 of Spiralling Skywards
“What the fuck’sgoing on? Why’s he up here? Did he touch you? You fucker!” Luke shouted at me and then jumped onto Liam’s chest as he tried to stand back up. Liam reacted, landing a punch on Luke’s jaw that sent him falling backwards. Sasha was screaming at them both to stop from my bedroom door as Will moved her out of the way and attempted to separate them.
My brain tried to catch up with everything that had gone on as the three of them smashed into my chest of drawers, sending everything on top of it crashing to the floor. Then they hit my side table, my Betty Boop lamp landed beside my bed, Will stepped between the boys and trod on it. The Tiffany-style shade smashed into tiny pieces, the brass effect base bent out of shape.
Everything unfolded or collapsed and imploded around me as I attempted to get a grip on what Liam had been telling me.
She was either pregnant or had an STD and Olivia didn’t look the type to catch or carry STDs, let alone fly long haul to make that information public.
She was pregnant. I was sure of it.
She was pregnant, and we were done. I was sure of that, too. No matter what feelings I thought I had for him, we were finished. I wasnotlike her, and I wouldnotend up like her.
I watched as Will managed to pull Luke towards my bedroom door, while Sasha kept her hands pressed against Liam’s chest.
“Someone better start talking,” Luke breathed heavily as he spoke and wiped blood from his nose.
“What the fuck’s going on, Sarah? You even think about lying to me, and I’ll kick your arse.”
“Don’t you fucking talk to her like that.” Liam tried to get past Sash to Luke. Glass crunched under their feet as they jostled against each other.
“I’ll talk to her however the fuck I like. She’s my sister and fuck all to do with you.” The posturing continued with Luke trying to get past Will and reach Liam.
“I love her so it has everything to do with me.”
“No!” I shouted at Liam, finally looking his way. His lip was busted, his nose was bleeding, and his left eye was beginning to close. How had so much damage been done in such a short space of time?
I was sleeping alone in my bed, and within a matter of minutes, chaos had ensued.
My heart broken.
My room trashed.
“It’s too late now. We’re done.” I turned my eyes on my brother.
“We’ve been seeing each other. We didn’t tell you because we wanted to see where it was going between us. I thought . . .”
I hated that my bottom lip trembled. Hated that saying the words aloud would make it all true.
“I thought maybe we had feelings for each other, but we don’t. It’s done. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you.”
“No, we’re not done. We are far from fucking done.” Liam jumped in.
“How long?” Luke asked.
“Sarah. Please—”
“You!” Luke roared, making us all jump. “Shut your fucking mouth for five fucking minutes.”
He pointed his finger at me. “And you, start fucking talking. How long has this been going on, Sarah?”
“Don’t fucking talk to her like that.” That time it was Liam that roared. My head was pounding.
“Can you all please get out of my bedroom? Go downstairs, I’ll be down in a minute!” I shouted.
Luke’s hands dropped to his sides.
“Two minutes. Two minutes, and then I’ll be back up here to drag you out of this bed and then I’ll drag the answers out ofyou.”
He turned and left. Sasha followed.
