Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Bones. I do, however own this very little part of her life. And mine.
Author's Note: This story is set before the show starts, while Brennan is in foster-care. This is Brennan's point of view:
Russ's girlfriend.
I want him back. I don't want her here. Or with him. I want her so far away. I want her to leave him alone. She isn't good for him. I love him, and she's no good. She hurts him.
And it hurts me.
I want her to give him back. But she controls him. She knows she does. And she plays with it.
She plays with him.
I need him. And she's taking him away. For too long. Maybe forever. And she knows. And she doesn't care.
We are a family.
Russ and I. We are a family. She's not in it. She is the reason we can't be a family anymore. She is the reason I don't see him. She is the reason he's never here. With his family.
With me.
Yes, I'm jealous. I want him back. But I'm furious, too. How can she do this? She knows what she's doing.
She knows he'll say yes.
Always, he'll say yes.
He's too nice. He's too loving, to say no. But I can't say no. I want to. But I'll hurt him. If I say no I'll hurt him. I don't want to hurt him.
Like she does.
She wants him to be with her. She doesn't care what it does to us. She doesn't know. She has no brother. I do.
But not for long.
He loves her. It's repulsive. She's repulsive. He loves me, too. But it's a different love. It's a love that has no conditions. Her love has conditions.
Her conditions.
Abide or leave. I say leave. But he can't. Because he loves her. Because she makes the rules.
Because she controls him.
She thinks she controls everything. She doesn't. She doesn't control me. I won't let her. I can't let her.
For his sake.
She'll hurt him again, though. And again, and again. Because it's what she does. She hurts. She hurts us.
I can cry. But then she has power. Then she is my master, too. Then I am completely lost. Then he is completely lost.
Because then there's no one left who truly loves him. Who won't hurt him. Like she does. Like I never would.
Like I never could. I don't have that control. I don't want that control. That control kills. It kills you from the inside.
It's killing him.
It will kill me, too.
She will kill us.
Three guesses how much I like my brother's girlfriend?