Helloo there everyone =)
It's me again, with yet, another chapter!
I'll start by thanking everybody for the reviews because it's just awesome that people are actually taking time to comment on my story, I really appreciate it!
No Billy in this chapter, like I said before, but he'll be there next chapter so be patient... And it's a huge come back so, I won't let you down… I hope.
Note that chapter 13 will be switching back to third person POV. So, just like the five first chapters of the story, it won't be in Sarah's head like it is now. And it'll stay like that until the end.
Enough for the talking, I really hope you like this and don't forget to leave a review =D
What I remember the most about my brother is how he always took good care of me. Not that I needed someone to watch over me all the time, but it was nice to know I wasn't alone, that I had him. He was gone half of the time and I rarely got to see him after he enrolled in the army at the age of eighteen, but distance didn't matter. He was my brother, the best someone could ever wish for, and even with a sea between us, I could feel him next to me. I knew he was thinking of me as much as I was thinking of him, so much that I could almost feel his heart beating, pounding with the same rhythm as mine.
But his heart didn't beat anymore. I couldn't feel it because there was much more than a sea between us, there was life. My life. His death. We weren't in the same world anymore, we were too far apart. And as much as wished to just forget about it, I couldn't bring myself to stop thinking I would never see him again. I would never get to drive to the airport excitedly, waiting for him to get off his plane and see his smile. That bright, relieved smile he would do because he was home, with me. And I would be smiling too, seeing him there, hugging him, telling him I missed him so much, and hearing him tell me the same. I would never get to drive around in his car, listening to silly music, singing to the top of our lungs, just appreciating the wind in our hair and the moon shining on our faces. I would never get to tell him I loved him, or hear him say it back. I would never feel safe again.
Because all my life, the only person I have ever truly felt safe with is him: Nathan, my guardian. All my life, the only person I have ever truly felt comfortable with is him: Nathan, my best friend. And all my life, the only person I have ever truly loved is him: Nathan, my brother.
"Your brother seemed like a really great guy."
I drowned my spoon in the green Jell-o placed on the table before me, trying to find a comfortable position to eat while being stuck in a hospital bed. David chuckled next to me and waited for me to answer his comment after I managed to sit straight.
"Yeah, he was," I replied with a half smile, resting my upper arms on the table. I didn't really feel like eating anything, especially not this disgusting hospital food. Even though I like Jell-o, theirs seem to have way too much sugar in it.
It was my last day in the hospital. My parents were supposed to come and get me in about half an hour and I couldn't wait to leave these boring four white walls I had been stuck in for a week. I had never spent so much time in a hospital before and I made a promise to myself to make sure it never happened again. David was doing my last check-up before I could change and go home. I have to admit the guy wasn't what I expected him to be. First of all, he wasn't all cocky and self-centered like I thought he was. He was actually a very nice guy, generous and smiling, and he was just happy by seeing other people get better and feel happier about themselves, which I thought was really cool. In addition to that, he was pretty funny and outgoing, and just simple to be with. It wasn't all complicated and stressful like with other people whose name I won't mention…
"Well, Sarah, you're all good," he said after taking my pressure and making sure my bandages were fine, that all my senses were working fine and that I was just… fine. It seemed to me too many people had been making sure I was fine in the past few days.
"Cool, thanks David. I, um, I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me," I replied, and David's smile widened.
"I'm just doing my job," he commented, but I shook my head in disagreement.
"Being nice to me and listening to my complaints isn't part of the job, I'm sure," I defended, and David rolled his eyes, still grinning.
"You're not complaining, you're telling me about you, your family, your brother… I like hearing about that. I like hearing about you," he said, still smiling, but I could hear the seriousness in his voice. David and I had spent a lot of time together that week. Actually, we saw each other every day. He would tell me about his life, and I would tell him about mine. Being my doctor, he got to see my medical record… and my past. He knew a lot about me without me having anything to do about it, but he didn't seem to judge me at all. In fact, he was being pretty understanding and respectful about it, and that alone meant a lot to me. I had soon realized we were getting along very well, and there was this thing between us… I mean, he's attractive, very attractive. And, he seemed to like me as well. But it was all kind of strange, and I didn't really know him that much. But that didn't change the fact we were attracted to each other.
"It may sound strange but, um, I'm kind of disappointed you're leaving today," he admitted after a moment, since I hadn't answered anything to his other comment. He had this shy smile that I rarely saw on him, and I couldn't help but think it was one of the cutest smiles I had ever seen.
"Why?" I asked him in a small voice, not really sure of what he meant.
"Well, that means I won't get to see you as often," he explained, and as cute as that sounded, I couldn't smile. His response brought me back to a couple of months ago, when I had been exempted from high school. Joe had called during the day, wondering why I wasn't there. He was so disappointed when I said I wasn't coming to school anymore. 'So I'm not gonna see you everyday anymore?' he had said. Even on the phone, I could tell how sad he was. Joe… I missed him so much. I had tried to tell myself it was for the better, that what he did to me was enough to kick him out of my life, but I couldn't. It had been so long since I talked to him. Just thinking about it made my stomach twist.
"You can come visit me at my house," I proposed with a small shrug that I soon regretted as a wave of pain hit my shoulder and went down my body with force. As stupid as that sounds, I always seemed to forget I had been shot a little less than two weeks ago. David frowned went he noticed my gesture, but before he could do anything, I raised a hand towards him, stating I was fine. David dropped it and focused on what to answer me instead.
"I'd love that. But, I was thinking, maybe we could… I don't know, got out sometime?" he said, stumbling over his words, obviously unsure of how I would respond to his proposal. I knew we may have had something going on, but I didn't think he was going to ask me out right away. Not that I didn't want to, but it was a little sudden and unexpected, and I wasn't completely sure of what I wanted, really.
"Seriously?" I asked, surprised. That may not have been the right thing to say, but it just came out. "I mean, you and me, on a date?" I continued. It had been quite a while since someone had asked me out.
"Uh, yeah, I mean… but if you don't think that's a good idea, its fine, you know, I'll just…" David continued, again out of his comfort zone. I couldn't help but smile, thinking he was getting cuter by the minute.
"No, its fine, David, I… I'd love to go out with you," I replied. David seemed shocked for a moment before a huge smile spread across his face.
"Really?" he asked again, probably unsure if he had heard me right. I nodded, confirming what I had said. His smile got wider and he nodded as well, taking the information in. "Awesome. I'll let you get dressed before your parents arrive."
He smiled to me once more and finally walked out of the room. I was pretty happy to be going out with him, since he was a very great guy and I actually felt good around him… but why did I have this feeling something bad was going to happen?
Fifteen minutes later, my parents showed up at the hospital. I was already dressed, sitting on my bed with my stuff, not being able to do anything except wait. My father helped me bring my luggage to the car, since I couldn't use my arm. It was attached to my upper body with a sling, as the doctor said, to help it stay in place. He also said my wound wasn't really bad and I should be able to use my arm in about a month. It still wouldn't be completely healed, but I could at least use it.
The drive to the house would have been silent if my mom would have stopped talking for a minute. She kept turning around, making sure I was comfortable, asking me if I needed anything. She proposed twice that I meet with a therapist to discuss the events in the grocery store with him and make sure I wasn't mentally disturbed. I kept telling her seeing that shrink wouldn't help me in any way, and I reminded her each time that she had tried it before and nothing good came out of it, but she wouldn't listen to me. My mom is absolutely unable to listen. She could talk for hours, but she couldn't hear what you had to say for more than two minutes.
I was relieved when my dad finally parked in front of our house, since that meant I could hide from my mom for a while. I didn't really feel like going out or anything, but I had spent so much time as a prisoner in that hospital that anything seemed like a cool thing to do. I called Emily as soon as I stepped foot in my room and she promised she would be there in fifteen minutes.
We had a pretty good time, watching movies and eating popcorn. It took me back to my old life, when my friends and I would organize these big sleepovers where we talked about boys and cried in front of cheesy movies. These were the days. Except this time Emily rented horror movies and I spent my evening hiding behind a pillow, while she laughed the whole time. God, I hate scary movies.
Emily was officially single. She had called Tommy the very same day she told me she would break up, asking him to meet up with her. She didn't tell me much about it, but from the way she talked about it, I guessed it had been a though one. He still called her every day, and I could tell he was hurting. I had heard them arguing on the phone, and I felt so responsible for it, but Emily always told me I had nothing to do with it, she knew it was for the best.
I didn't believe her. She broke her own heart and that was because of me.
David called me the next day to set up our date. He picked me up around seven and he took me to dinner. It was one of those fancy restaurants I never really went to, and I first I thought I'd feel completely out, but it wasn't that bad. David made me comfortable, and once I succeeded in forgetting there were other people around us, the evening was fun. He wasn't the kind of guy I usually liked, but he was special. The more I spent time with him, the more I liked him and it was as if he felt the same, so I was pretty content with myself.
But then he dropped me off, and he walked me to my door. It was the first time this happened, that I guy went to my door with me, and he kissed me… I thought that only happened in movies.
Well, it doesn't. David kissed me. Not that it wasn't fun… it was just… different. Different from the other guys I had kissed lately. It was as soft as Billy's kiss, but if felt as weird as Joe's kiss. But it was still very different; it was as if I felt there was something wrong, while at the same time, it was perfect.
He proposed another date and I accepted. I mean, it's not because the first kiss felt weird that it can't happen again… right?
Anyways, I was looking forward to going out with David again. That's what I was telling Emily as I was walking her to Ronnie's dinner for her shift when her phone began to ring. She took it out of her purse and opened it to see who was calling. She sighed and proceeded in putting it back in her purse when I took it out of her hand.
"What are you doing?" she asked me, visibly upset that I stole her phone. She tried to take it from me but I avoided her arm by stepping aside. I looked at the caller ID and back at her in disappointment.
"Talk to him," I ordered, still not giving her the phone.
"No," she simply replied, taking the phone from me. She pressed the end button and the ringing sound stopped, causing her to smile to herself. I rolled my eyes and concentrated on the sidewalk. "You're so full of shit, Sarah," she commented, and I raised an eyebrow, looking at her in confusion. "You keep telling me to talk to Tommy, but when I told you to talk to Joe, you never listened to me."
I rolled my eyes again and scoffed, thinking Emily's story with Tommy was completely different from mine and Joe's, but I didn't get a chance to say anything since we were finally standing in front of the dinner. Our eyes landed on the front door as we saw a familiar boy walk out of the restaurant. He seemed upset, and he was cursing under his breath at his cigarette that wouldn't light. When he finally got it, his eyes lifted up and landed directly on me, and his cigarette fell from his lips.
Emily glanced at me and nodded towards the dinner, stating she had to go and couldn't help me on this one. I waved her goodbye and watched her enter the dinner, passing by Joe who was now walking towards me. They both locked eyes for a second with a challenging stare before they went back to walking.
"Hey," I said in a small voice when Joe finally came up to me. It had been so long since I had seen him; all I wanted was to jump in his arms. But he didn't seem very pleased. In fact, he looked like he was angry at me.
"I talked to Ronnie. He says you ain't working there anymore," he simply said in an accusing tone. I didn't understand why the fact I wasn't working at the dinner anymore made him so angry, but I guessed maybe it wasn't only that.
"It's true, I'm not," I confirmed with a small shrug, which hurt badly once again. I closed my eyes hardly, trying to control the pain. Joe was so busy being pissed he didn't even notice.
"Why?" he asked always so harshly, emphasizing the couple centimeters he had more than me, trying to seem bigger I suppose.
"Because I can't," I spat, not because he was irritating me, but because my shoulder hurt and he didn't even see it. Joe didn't fail to notice my change of attitude and he raised an eyebrow in confusion. I didn't add anything, leaving him to wonder what I meant. He finally eyed me up and down and his stare landed on my shoulder. He looked back up at me, any anger disappearing from his face. He seemed worried now.
"What the hell is this?" he asked after a moment with a shacking voice. I shook my head, refusing to let him know. I didn't want to tell him, because I knew he would just feel bad about it, that he would probably be mad at his brother, and that he would be worried about me for no reason. I was fine now, if it wasn't for the pain. I didn't need someone else watching my every move and making sure I didn't hurt myself.
"Nothing. I-I'm fine. I fell in the stairs, I-" I started saying, but Joe's face made it clear: he didn't believe me one second. I stopped talking, knowing there was no point in trying to lie.
"Stop bullshiting me, Sarah! What happened to you?" he asked again, getting angry once again due to my attitude. I avoided his eyes, making sure he didn't see the panic in them. I also didn't want to look at him because I was getting irritated at his way of talking to me. He was acting like I was the one who did something bad when it was him who should be apologizing. Well, apologizing again…
"Just drop it, ok?" I pleaded him, but he didn't back down. In fact, it seemed to make him want to know the truth even more.
"No, I won't drop it. I come here to talk to you, and Ronnie tells me you quit. Then I come out, and there you are, with that bitch Emily, staring at me like I'm a fucking moron, with your arm all wrapped up in some shit and your face all fucked up, and you expect me to believe nothing happened to you? You think I'm stupid or what?" he spat, anger rising again. His face was now red and his fist were tighten as he stared at me with murderous eyes, and it was the first time I actually saw some resemblance between Joe and his brother. I tried to remain calm, but he was pissing me off and all I wanted was to slap him in the face.
"Since when is Emily a bitch?" I asked in shock, surprised to hear Joe talk about her that way. They had always been friends; I didn't understand why he was acting like this now.
"Since she dumped Tommy for some other dude and turned away from us!" he exclaimed like it was obvious. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't find to words to express myself. I scoffed and raised an eyebrow.
"Emily didn't leave Tommy for another guy," I said surely, though I was starting to doubt it was the case. It was Joe's turn to scoff, still keeping his angry face.
"You don't have to lie anymore, Sarah. We know. We saw her with him," he replied with a smirk, though I could see he wasn't amused at all. "That dick head you were with," he added, and it seemed like I stopped breathing. Who was he talking about?
"Who?" I asked in confusion.
"That guy, at your house. When me and Billy went to take you, the last time you went to the bar," he explained with bitterness in his voice, and I could tell something about what he just said made him upset. I felt my heart start beating faster as I realized who he was talking about. His name escaped my lips, but I didn't fully realize it. I was too busy trying to take the information in.
"David."
"Whatever his name is," Joe replied, rolling his eyes, like his name was the least important detail right now. I looked at him, trying to hide how hurt I was, but I knew it was obvious. Emily knew about me and David. We weren't officially dating, but we weren't nothing either. He kissed me; he told me he liked me. Emily was my best friend. Could they have really done this to me? I didn't even know they knew each other. "Don't tell me you didn't know."
I raised my eyes to meet his, since I had been looking away to hide my emotions. "I didn't."
Joe raised an eyebrow, but he seemed to believe me. There was a silence where we just looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Joe didn't seem angry anymore, but I knew it wouldn't take much before he was again. I took a deep breath, trying to get calm, but it wasn't really working and I bet I clearly showed how upset I was.
"I know what happened with Billy," Joe said after a minute. I felt my heart stop beating as I studied his face, trying to understand what he meant. I hadn't told anyone about kissing Billy, not even Emily. It had happened months ago and I hadn't even heard about it yet. After a while, I figured no one would because no one knew. Guess I was wrong.
"What do you mean?" I ask innocently. He hadn't spoken of me; maybe he was talking about something else. But what could he possibly be talking about other than that?
"I know you kissed my brother," he explained with a serious face, but I could see the sadness rising in his eyes. I didn't know what to say to explain myself, since there was really nothing more to explain. Billy kissed me, I kissed him back. I liked him, he didn't. End of story. Well, that wasn't quite it, but it was close.
"He told you that?" I asked in a small voice. I may have been mad at Joe, but I still didn't want to hurt him. I couldn't even believe Billy would tell him that.
"Yeah, he told me that," he confirmed, again trying to look like he didn't care, but it showed he did. I sighed, putting my thoughts in order before I could explain myself, but I didn't get a chance to talk since Joe spoke before me. "If I would have known…" he added, but stopped himself to take a deep breath.
"You wouldn't have tried to sleep with me when I was drunk?" I finished for him harder than I had expected. I had thought I was over it, but I truly wasn't. Joe passed a hand through his hair and sighed.
"Yeah, drunk because you were jealous of Megan," he commented harshly, and I was taken aback. I didn't think he would say that. I thought he would try to explain like he had done on the phone a thousand times, not accuse me of being jealous of that girl.
"I wasn't jealous-" I started, but Joe didn't let me finish.
"Yes, you were. I didn't understand why you were acting like this that night, but now I do," he spat, breathing heavily as he tried to control himself. I could tell it wasn't working quite well. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked before I could say anything.
"I didn't want to hurt you," I justified in a smaller voice, and Joe scoffed. I guess it wasn't justification enough.
"Mission accomplished genius. I'm fucking fine," he commented sarcastically. I looked down, knowing maybe what I did was wrong. I heard Joe sigh in front of me, but I didn't look up to meet his eyes. Instead, I played with my fingers, trying to distract myself. I didn't know what to say, and I didn't want to talk anymore. I was about to leave when Joe's hands came in my view and took mine. I looked up at him to realize he was calm again. He took a deep breath as he squeezed my fingers.
"I'm sorry," he told me softly once again, but this one was better than the others. This time I got to see his face when he said it, I got to feel his presence and meet his eyes. And I got to say it back.
"I know. I'm sorry too. I should have told you about Billy, and I should have answer your calls, but I didn't want to-" I started, but once again, he didn't let me finish.
"Sarah, shut up," he ordered me. I looked at him in confusion but he just smirked, making me smile.
"Don't tell me to shut up," I told him, still smiling. He chuckled and shook his head before tousling my hair playfully. I rolled my eyes and replaced them as Joe laughed again.
"So, we cool?" he asked after a moment. I grew serious, thinking the idea through. I looked away, then back at him, taking a deep breath.
"Yeah, 'we cool'," I agreed, and Joe's smile grew wider. I realized the only reason Joe and I had been mad at each other for so long was that we didn't see each other. Once I got to see his face, I couldn't be upset anymore. Joe brought me into a hug, being careful not to hurt my shoulder. I placed my available arm around his neck as I squeeze him as much as I could, so much that he started coughed because he couldn't breathe. I started laughing and finally released him to let him take his breath.
"You still didn't tell me what happened to you," he said when we were both facing each other. I stopped laughing and stared at him hardly.
"It doesn't matter," I defended, but Joe sighed, tired that I still refused to talk to him.
"Yes, it matters!" he exclaimed, any amusement disappearing from his face. "You look like someone's beat the shit out of you." He pointed to my face to explain what he said. "What happened to your arm?" he asked again.
"I told you! I fell in the stairs!" I replied, lying the best I could. Joe groaned and rolled his eyes.
"So you don't want to tell me? Fine, don't fucking tell me. But don't come to me when those punks come back for you, ok?" he spat, obviously irritated. I rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the need of telling him how ridiculous that sounded. Like I was going to go to Joe when Billy came back for me.
"Got it," I stated, and it was Joe's turn to roll his eyes. He looked around, acknowledging the sun was setting.
"So, what are you up to now?" he asked to change the conversation. I looked around at the warm evening and then back at Joe.
"Not much," I answered.
"I'm meeting the guys at the bar, wanna come with me?" he proposed, but I shook my head right away.
"I don't think I should. I, um, I'm tired, I should go home," I explained, and Joe made no effort to hide his disappointment.
"What? Sarah, we're cool now, there's no reason to refuse to come with me," he said, trying to convince himself as much as he tried to convince me. "Is there?"
I didn't answer anything and looked around, avoiding his eyes. I had to find something to justify not going to the bar, and fast.
"Is it because of Billy?" he asked before I could find something. I looked back at him and pressed my lips together.
"Yes, it's because of Billy," I agreed, though it wasn't quite true. It was because of Billy, but not for the same reason Joe thought it was.
"Megan won't be there," he tried to reassure me, but it didn't help at all.
"Are they together or something?" I asked, thinking that he was talking about her because I could have seen them kissing or something, because they were dating… I couldn't imagine what kind of a couple they would be. Sex, arguing, bitching, sex, sex… sex. Just thinking about it made me want to throw up. Joe started laughing like I just told him the funniest joke.
"Billy and Megan? Yeah, right," he said sarcastically, and I felt some tension leave my shoulders. "Fuck buddies is more like it," he added, but seemed to regret it the second the words left his lips. Before he could apologize, I spoke.
"It's fine. I knew that already," I said. That wasn't really true, but if it got Joe to stop talking, it worked for me. I knew they had slept together once, but I didn't think it was on a regular basis now… Awesome. I tried to place the thought in the back of my mind and forget about it, but the lump in my throat was too present and I kept seeing these flashes of him and her together… I wanted to jump under a bus just thinking about it.
"He asked about you," he suddenly said with a shrug, trying to make me feel better, I suppose. I raised an eyebrow at him, telling him to go on. "He was asking why you didn't come to the bar anymore, how you were doing and shit. I think he misses you," he said seriously, but I couldn't help but laugh. I could hardly imagine Billy missing someone, especially me. "Don't laugh, I'm serious," Joe told me; though I could see the little smile he was trying to hide.
"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, growing serious again. "Why are you trying to make me believe Billy cares about me?" I added. Joe looked away, trying to find the words to explain himself.
"Because he does," he simply said, shrugging again. I rolled my eyes, stating this was not the time to bullshit me with some crap. I didn't feel like doing this at the moment. "Sarah, listen. Billy's a complicated guy, alright?" he explained, and I scoffed.
"No way," I said sarcastically, but Joe just sighed, telling me to let him finish.
"He doesn't know want he wants. And most of the times, when he does, he runs away from it. 'Cause he's scared," he continued, and my eyes widened in shock. I never thought Billy was scared. Of course, everyone is, but I didn't think he was ever going to let it show. But Joe is his brother after all; he's known him all his life. If someone knows what Billy's scared of, it's him.
"What is he scared of?" I asked, intrigued by Joe's tone. He was very serious now, and I could tell this was not something a lot of people knew about Billy. I actually think no one knows except for Joe.
"Screwing things up, I guess. It fucks you up to be told all your life you're just another piece of shit. That you never do anything right. That you're useless, a waste of time. Our dad… he's one fucked up asshole," he commented, and I couldn't help but frown. I had never heard about the Darley's parents, and never asked about them for that matter. It seemed like a forbidden subject, so I was pretty surprised Joe was talking to me about it.
"And your mom…?" I hesitated, not knowing if it was appropriate. Joe's eyes saddened as he managed to keep a straight face.
"Dead," he simply said coldly. I frowned even more.
"I'm sorry," I replied in a small voice. Joe shrugged.
"I was young, I don't really remember her," he told me, but I still felt bad for bringing it up. Joe was quick to bring the conversation back to Billy. "Point is, Sarah, that Billy always thinks he's gonna screw everything up. So when he cares about someone, a girl mostly, he runs away from her, because he knows it's just gonna end up like shit."
I nodded, taking the information in. It didn't really prove Billy cared for me, but it proved to me that I still cared for him, and that wasn't really a good thing. I had David now… who seemed to be cheating on me with my best friend. I sighed and thought to myself I had to talk to one of them ASAP.
"Come with me," he asked once again, and I smiled shyly at him before shaking my head.
"I'd better go home for tonight. Tell 'em I said 'hi'," I told him, and he sighed but nodded anyway.
I smiled at him and hugged him one last time before walking away. "Call me!" he shouted when I was a couple meters away from him, and I turned around to nod at him, stating I would. He nodded back and went his own way.
I texted Emily on my way home, asking her to meet me after her shift. I was happy that me and Joe were on good terms again, but I had now another problem on my hands: Emily and David. Joe said they had seen them together, but what did that mean exactly? Together could be just talking on the street, or it could be making out in a hotel room. There was a difference. Either way, as far as I was concerned, I had never introduced them to each other, so if they did knew each other, it wasn't because of me. But being it because of me or not, why didn't they tell me? Probably because they had something to hide, and that wasn't good.
I spent the whole night in my room, listening to music, and thinking about my conversation with Joe. The next day was my date with David, who I now learned was probably cheating on me, but all I could think of was that stupid Darley guy. Stupid, stupid Billy Darley. He was probably with Megan now. Kissing her, touching her. Whispering in her ear, pressing his body against hers. I had to resist the urge to scream to the top of my lungs in horror as the images kept flashing through my mind, and because of how hard I wished it was me. Stupid, stupid Sarah. I brought this on myself and I can't even accept it.
Emily showed up a couple of hours later, visibly tired of her night at the dinner. I let her in without a word and led her upstairs, so she could tell right away something was wrong. I entered my room and closed the door behind her, before waving her to sit on my bed. She did and stared at me with a confused expression.
"Ok, what's this all about?" she asked when I didn't say anything. I crossed my arms on my chest and looked at her, giving her a hard stare.
"Is there something you'd like to tell me?" I asked as a response and Emily raised an eyebrow.
"Um, you're acting very weird and I had a shitty day," she said with a shrug. I rolled my eyes.
"How do you know David?" I asked, getting straight to the point. I could tell I made quite an impression with my question because Emily's typical nonchalant posture stiffed immediately. She pressed her lips together and took a deep breath.
"He's your boyfriend," she said in a very small voice. I rolled my eyes once again and looked back at her.
"Is he? Or is he yours?" I spat angrily. Emily's eyes widened, but surprisingly, instead of trying to explain, she started laughing hysterically. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it right away, not knowing what to say. Was she laughing at me? "I don't see what's so funny!" I exclaimed, a little insulted. Emily composed herself and shook her head.
"No, Sarah, it's just… You have no idea how wrong you are," she told me, controlling another laugh. I raised an eyebrow and stayed defensive.
"Please, enlighten me."
Emily grew more serious and sighed deeply. She looked away, then back at me, before she finally spilled it out.
"David's my brother," she said sternly. My mouth opened in shock and my arms fell on both sides of my body.
"David is what?"
Now that was unexpected.
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