Notes
Sorry it is a short one tonight. I am aiming to publish a chapter each night and it is quite challenging. Positive reviews and constructive feedback are welcome!
Chapter 4: Halstead Hurt
Will stared at me in shock and I just sat on the couch wishing that I could disappear from the room. Will was the last person I wanted to see after he abandoned me. Mum died I shortly after I moved to Boston, with no way home because the airports had shut down for a week due to the snow I wanted to be with Will who was in New York. I tried calling him, I texted, emailed, everything and I got nothing, all I wanted was a hug from my brother and according to Jay he was too busy partying to deal with his family. I don't think I will ever be able to forgive him for that!
The silence became more awkward by the second and I was racking my brain to find a way of breaking it. I can feel my heart beating in my chest, there are too many things I want to say but probably shouldn't say. I hate him, I hate him so much, I want to hit him and scream at him and make him cry. I shouldn't though, he is my brother and I still love him. Argh! Why is family so darn complicated?
My breathing is starting to catch up with my heart beatmaking me feel dizzy. I need to slow down but I can't! Too much is happening!
"Olivia, look at me" ugh, no! Will is the last person I want to look at right now. "I stuffed up, when mum died I shut down, I abandoned you and I'm sorry"
"Sorry? Sorry ain't fixing what you did Will! It has been 8 years and you think you can fix this with a Sorry! There is no excuse for ignoring your family! I hate you!" I yell at him as the tears stream down my face. "When mum died you didn't even respond! I was alone, I had no friends because I was the freak kid who graduated too early, I just wanted my older brother to notice me! I went to medical school because I wanted to be like my older brother, but it turns out he is just a dick head who has no moral compass!" I storm out of the room running out of the building and towards home. Man, I'm glad we live close.
When I get home, I flop onto the bed and bury my face into the pillow screaming until I am so exhausted that my anger turns into light sobs which leads to restless sleep.