Page 63 of Anger

He’lldeal with mewhen he gets out to the car.

I have to wonder if tonight is the night I finally have to end this game with him … and lose my job at the same time.

Damon

This situation with Ezra, Red and me is reaching a boiling point. Not just the fighting with Ezra, but the way I have no choice but to watch him browbeat Red every time we have one of our stupid friend dates with her.

It doesn’t make sense. She has the choice between the two of us, yet she keeps running to my brother who only treats her like crap.

Why are women like that? Why can’t they see a good man in front of them who wants nothing more than to show her how he can love her with every ounce of his heart?

Good guys finish last, I guess, but then that’s always been the issue with Ezra and me.

He loves me.

He’s my twin brother, for fuck’s sake.

Of course, he loves me.

And I love him.

But that doesn’t mean he’s able to drop that cold temper of his long enough to feel an ounce of what it means to love someone. What it takes to love someone.

Would he die for me? I have no doubt he would. He’s proven he would. But does he allow himself to understand, take control and handle his emotions?

No.

Not Ezra.

Not Violence.

He couldn’t care less that his lack of emotion is the worst type of abuse for a woman like Red.

That’s why now, instead of accepting the gift that Emily keeps trying to give him—the one she’ll never be able to give me—he continues batting her around like some opponent.

Not physically.

Ezra would never lay a violent hand on her.

But mentally and emotionally, he’s dragging her through the dirt.

It only makes me angrier.

Red deserves better than him.

She deserves better than me.

But my words weren’t enough to keep my home, and they’ll never be enough to protect her from Ezra. Which isn’t fair. Every day it feels like I’m giving up something I would have once died to possess, only to watch him tear it apart with the claw end of a hammer, simply because he won’t take a second to look at her and realize just how much she’s worth.

As of yesterday, we’d decided that both of us were done with her. Ezra was going to walk away entirely while I secretly promised Red I’d still be her friend.

At least, that was until this morning when I caught Red in bed with my brother at the cabin, her expression one of shock, apology and pain when she realized how Ezra had set her up.

While my twin sat there with a smirk on his face, watching Red’s and my heart breaking, there was not one ounce of regret or shame for what he’d done.

Ezra fucked up.

I fucked up.

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