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I hadn't meant to start an argument. I hadn't even meant for the comment leave my mouth, but my filter decided to fail. When Colby asked me if I had taken my meds for the 500th time, there was nothing to stop the irritated, "When are you going back to Iowa?" that came out in response.
I had tried to be understanding. A week was fine. Two was understandable. Three was pushing it. A month and I was going to kill Colby and Leighla.
Leighla kept delaying her move, citing a bunch of reasons that I was sure were bullshit. If I had to put money on why it was taking her so long, I'd say it was pettiness.
Colby was going to die, because he just took it. I get that he felt bad and he should've, but it was his house. He had to deal with it. Avoiding Leighla, because he felt guilty was not the answer. Stinking up my guest room, laying on my couch, eating my food, and disturbing my place of peace, so that he could avoid facing the consequences of his actions was not.
"It's not that simple." Colby said.
"Yes it is," I argued back. "It's your god damn house. Tell her to hurry the fuck up. It's been a month."
"I can't-"
"No. You can. You can't let her walk all over you, because you don't want to face her. You fucked her over. It was wrong. You can't just let her walk all over you, because you feel guilty."
"That's not what this is."
"Then what is it? You're embarrassed? You're angry? Because none of these things are going to go away anytime soon, so you might as well be them from the comfort of your own home."
"Why are you so upset?" he asked.
"Because I want my damn apartment back!" I snapped. "Because I'm tired of your ring gear and gym stuff stinking up the place, because I'm tired of my counter being overrun by protein powders, because I'm tired of your constant nagging. 'You shouldn't eat that. Have you taken your meds yet? You should go here. Do this. Don't do that. Why would you do this? You don't like that. We're doing this. Not doing this.' I almost wish that you were still fucking Leighla, Nikki and whatever her name is, because at least then, you were so focused on not getting caught that you left me the hell alone!"
I froze, surprised by my outburst. I immediately regretted it.
Colby just looked at me, hurt. "Whatever. I'll call Leighla," he said, getting up and heading to the guest room.
I sighed, feeling like a total piece of shit. Figuring that it was probably best if we both cooled down, before I tried to apologize, I quickly grabbed some stuff and headed to the beach.
I laid out on a towel and pulled out my phone, dialing Jon. It took him a while, but he answered.
"Hey, Darlin'."
"You just wake up?" I asked.
"No," he said, voice deep and raspy with sleep.
I rolled my eyes. "I can call back."
"No. It's fine. I'm up. What's going on? You sound upset."
"I just blew up at Colby."
"Okay. You fought. You're siblings. You're supposed to fight."
"I told him that my life was easier, when he was screwing around on Leighla, because he was more concerned with getting caught than he was worried about me."
He snorted.
"This isn't funny," I whined.
"No, but the idea of you blowing up is."
"Not helping."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. He asked me about taking my meds for the umpteenth time, and I said something snide and it escalated."
"Doll, it's not surprising. I roomed with the guy. He's a pain in the ass. Cool down and apologize. I'm sure he'll get that you were just frustrated."
I sighed.
"And if not, you can always come out here to Vegas until he leaves."
"A vacay at Casa de Good?" Oh how good that sounded. "Might have to take you up on that."
"You're welcome any time, Darlin."
My phone beeped alerting me that I had another call. I furrowed my brows, when my sister's face appeared on the screen.
"Hey, I gotta call you back. My sister's calling me."
"Alright. Bye."
"Bye."
I switched over.
"Hello?"
"Hey Lev."
"Hey Sarah," I greeted using her same sing song tone.
My family tree was odd. My mother and my father had four children, of which I was the youngest. The first two were twins, my brother Ricardo and my sister Sarah. Then shortly after them came my other sister Rosa. Then there was an eight year gap before I came along. My mother never married again, but my dad did, giving me two younger step brothers, Colby and Brandon. I was much closer with Colby and Brandon, all of us were a lot closer in age. Plus, when my Dad married their mother we all moved in together.
What's up?" I asked.
I didn't really talk to my older siblings much. The occasional call or text to check up on Sarah or Rosaor for them to check on me. Age wise we were in different places in our lives.
That being said, I hadn't talked to Sarah since Christmas and even then it was only the obligatory Merry Christmas call. She and her husband had gone to his family's for the holidays.
"Oh, nothing. I just figured that I'd call and see how you were. I haven't really talked to you in a while."
'Bull shit,' I thought. "Uh huh," I said skeptically. "And you conveniently chose to call after I have a fight with Colby."
I heard her sigh into the receiver. "What happened, Lev?"
"I got tired of his shit, and I let him know. Granted, I could've been a little nicer about it, but now that I know he's called you to check on me, I don't feel bad anymore."
"He's just worried. You never snap. Is the job getting to you? Because if the job is taking a toll on you, it's best that you-"
"The job? You think it's the job? You don't think that maybe it's the free loading asshole, on my couch that's got me pissed off? Unbelievable."
"You've never snapped at Colby before," she said.
"Colby's never sulked in my apartment for a month before."
"If that's the problem, then why did you yell at him for trying to take care of you?"
"I yelled at him for smothering me."
"Levina, you're sick."
I felt like I had been shot. "You know what? Forget it."
I hung up on Sarah and called Jon back. "You said any time right?" I asked.
"Any time," he confirmed.
"Good, because first flight I can make, I'm there."
"I'll go clean the bathroom," he said.
I snorted out a laugh. "You're disgusting."
"I know. That's why I'm cleaning."
I shook my head. "I gotta book a flight. I'll call you later."
"See you, Darlin."
"See ya."
