Kane's P.O.V.
"You are unworthy of being my brother."
It rang through my head like a toll and it wouldn't stop. I made it back to the locker room, barely in one piece. I gave a loud yell and pounded on the wall, hearing a crack from my fists. I grabbed my head and fell to the floor, my body wracked with sobs. Image after image of our childhood ran through my mind and the tears only got worse. I couldn't tell him the real reason why I attacked him. How could I? What I said last week was nothing more than a bunch of lies. Lies that I would regret spilling till the day I die. I bit my tongue till the point I could taste the metallic red liquid filling up my mouth. I pounded on the cement floor with my broken fists in rage. How could I even consider causing my brother harm, you ask? Well, it's a bit of a complicated story but I won't go into it right now. I gasped as I heard the locker room door open.
"Kane." I heard the stern, weak voice of my brother boom off the walls as I swallowed the hard lump that had blocked my airway. I slowly turned my head over my shoulder, my eyes not wanting to meet his. They did against my will and I saw hurt in his eyes. I shut my eyes tightly, not wanting to gaze into the lonely emerald green pools anymore. I heard his footsteps walking towards me and I covered my face from his watching eyes. He bent down in front of me and grabbed my wrist. I looked at him to see him glaring at me. I looked away only for him to grab my chin and force me to look into his eyes.
"Kane…you and I have had our differences. We've had quite the arguments in the past. But we've always forgiven one another right?" I wanted to answer him but my emotions wouldn't let me. I yanked my wrist out of his grasp and covered my head with my arms. I gasped as I felt his arms around me.
"But I can't forgive you this time…" I felt my heart shatter as I grabbed onto him for dear life.
"I'm sorry." I could hear the shaking in his voice and looked up through clouded eyes to see him welling up with tears.
"D—Don't leave me." I begged, barely being able to force the sentence from my throat. He tore his gaze from me and wiped away the falling tears.
"I'm sorry." He got up and walked out, leaving me broken and alone. My sobbing became screaming as I yelled at the top of my lungs, grabbing my now throbbing chest.
"You son of a bitch!" I raged, pounding my fists into the wall, blood seeping through my fingers. After a few minutes of beating the holy hell out of myself, I looked up to see Mark standing in the doorway. He said nothing but walked over, bent down, placed his hand behind my head and gave me a long kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes, my rage disappearing as quickly as it came. His lips left my forehead as he looked at me, sadness swirling in his eyes. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. He shook his head and placed a finger to my lips. He then stood up and looked at me one last time before leaving, closing the door behind him. I felt dead. Inside and out. I simply fell onto my side, my body becoming cold and numb. Hot tears burning my cheeks. I closed my eyes and grabbed my chest.
"Goodbye, brother…"