Suddenly, I awoke to My phone ringing “Dammit Blake, what do you want?” I heard My younger brother’s gruff voice on the other line. “You were supposed to meet with Mr. and Mrs. Murphy last night for the assessment you Bastard.” I blinked and looked at her “Yeah, yeah I got a little distracted.” “What by one of your whores.”Blake on the other line got louder and angrier as he spoke. “No by a young lady with the most gorgeous eyes you’ve ever seen.” “Whatever you low life I nearly lost my job because they thought we weren’t dependable. “ I could tell by the sounds in the background that he was tapping his fingers on his desk in that nervous way he does when he has bad news. “I soften my voice. “What’s wrong?” I asked and I heard him sniff. He had been crying. My brother had always had a problem with depression and anxiety. What had happened he never cries and then calls me. “I cut the wrong string… And- “ He trailed off again “How do I tell you this luke… “ I was confused, “Tell me what?” “You remember how dad would always accuse mom of cheating and call her names? Well, the cheating was right… I’m a half-blood…” I gasped “Blake how did you figure that out” I played it off with a laugh, I had always known, because when I used to get cut or fall down and scrape my leg the blood was black. When He would get cut and it was usually on purpose it wasn’t black or even close to the color it was a bright red. My mother had explained to me that he was different and not to tell my father. I was always so quiet so she knew that I wouldn’t speak about it. I started to sit up from laying down, I rubbed my eyes. I heard the dial tone on the other line. My brother took his job very seriously and would hurt himself because he thought more often than not that he was useless and couldn’t do anything right if he did one little thing wrong. His arms and legs were filled with scars, I hated seeing him like that. Verbal abuse or not he was still my brother and the last time he did that he lost a lot of blood and if he loses his human side he’ll lose himself permanently. He won’t be Blake, he’ll be a soulless monster.I slid out from under Paris, though I didn’t want to leave her. I Left her a note:
‘Sorry, family emergency, call me please. Don’t be mad, we’ll get more time together I promise. I just have a lot going on right now.’
I raced out to my car dropping her keys on the table. When I got to the victorian era mansion I raced up the front lot not even bothering to turn off the car. I all but kicked in the front doors and found Blake at a desk sitting in a computer chair, he was wearing an all but unfamiliar black sweater and sweatpants. I kneeled in front of him, “Blake…?” I asked, seeing his green eyes red, puffy, and glazed over. “DAMMIT blake” I yelled and slapped him as I raised his sleeve. “You dumbass do you not remember what happened last time.” I asked him, “This isn’t your fault... Look blake I fucking love you and if I lose you I have no one else.” I picked him up and brought him over to the love seat, “I’ll be back” I heard him whisper something. “Would he have killed her if I wasn’t born?” I returned with gauze and ace bandages. I placed the gauze on his arms and began wrapping them.
“Probably after dad died the money wasn’t enough to feed her addiction.” I saw the tears beginning to leak out of his eyes. “Her addiction?” He questioned yanking his arm away slightly as I pressed down on it. “Pills and heroine… She didn’t pay someone and it came back on her when she was walking one day, and t-they shot her.” I sat down next to him and rubbed his head like I used to do when we were younger and he was terrified that mom and dad were fighting. “I’m a mess…” He laughs and it sounds more like a choke.
He started to remove his glasses and wipe his eyes. He stood to head to the door “I know someone who will buy booze for us… “ He opened the door and took out his phone. “Ciara, I need something from you.” He nodded “we're good to meet her on the corner of Elm and Main street.” He sat in the passenger seat, “Invite that girl. The one you were with last night.” Dear lord he must be delusional, he never wants to meet anyone I associate with. “Okay,” I said as I parked in the liquor store parking lot on Elm.
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