Page 164 of We Are Yours
The irony was not lost on me.
I could battle her anger, the brutality of her words, aware that I wasn’t intimidated or scared of her past or her trauma. I had my own. But I couldn’t fight for what wasn’t there.
It was her coldness.
Her distant hollowness.
Her betrayal I set in motion without meaning to.
Those were all weapons I had no artillery for.
I refused to lose her when I was the one who left her. Nothing made sense, yet it made more sense than ever.
My fucking brother.
I didn’t think he’d be this cruel, and I hadn’t even seen anything yet. My imagination was enough.
I need answers, and I need them right now!
Despite the looming feeling in the pit of my soul, I admitted, “What if I already lost her to my brother?”
He didn’t waver. “What if you didn’t?”
“How far behind am I?”
“Enough to where I think she’s waking up in his bed.”
My jaw clenched.
My hands fisted.
I instantly saw red.
“Are you sure?”
“I wouldn’t have brought any of this up if I wasn’t.”
Unable to resist, I blurted, “Are they fucking? Is he fucking her?”
In a flash, he replied, “If you have to ask me, then you already know the answer.”
I winced. He was right.
I barely had time to contemplate what he insinuated before he added, “Oh, by the way…”
Everything came to a head.
Blasting.
Detonating.
Shattering whatever restraint I had left as he informed…
* * *
“Your father lit that flame.”
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