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The Other Side of Me

Chapter 2

I never learned to count my blessings,

I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.

I walk on down the hill,

Through grass, grown tall and brown

And still it's hard somehow to let go of my pain.

Ray LaMontagne- Empty

Anthony

"Dude what the hell are you still doing asleep," It was too early in the god damn morning for Jasper to be yakking my ear off. Everyone knew not to wake me up before I wanted to be woken up. "Hello. Are you even listening bro?"

He was attempting to pull the covers from around my body while repeatedly calling my name. Pulling the covers from my bed was usually step one of the 'wake Anthony up' plan. It didn't surprise me that when he failed to unwrap the Anthony burrito, he began making his way to the head of the bed.

"Listen here fucker, if you so much as lay those sausage fingers on me, I'll kick your ass." It was quiet so I figured Jasper had left. I was drifting off to sleep again when I felt the lightest of pressures on my forearm. I was too tired to do anything about it so I let it slide and my bed was too comfortable to get out of at the moment anyways.

I heard Jasper type something on his phone and walk out of the room. Good fucking riddance. I was too hung over and it was too early. I'm pretty sure a couple of minutes passed before I heard a door being flung open. It wasn't lost on me that the steps I heard coming from down the hall weren't the heavy steps of Jasper. I strained my ears in an attempt to place a face to the person walking but came up with nothing.

Ah, fuck it. The nameless person could go fuck themselves for all I cared. I was still in bed and wrapped up like a man made human burrito. As much as I despised the word snuggling, that's exactly what I did. I snuggled the shit out of my pillow while moaning just for emphasis. If I didn't love having sex with woman so much, I might have considered being one of those fuckers that bone inanimate objects.

"Oomph," I was so preoccupied with my internal musings that I failed to notice the sneaky little sprite making a running start before jumping on me. It didn't help that my eyes were closed either. "You little…Jasper what the hell man! Get her off! She's smashing me with her bony ass knees."

She was giggling up a storm at my reaction and squirming around oblivious to the fact that my dick was about to fall off from the impact it took from her knees. Jesus fucking Christ, I think I'm going to puke. The constant up and down motion was making me dizzy. Never in my lifetime would I raise my hand to a girl but I was seriously considering on shoving the shit out of her to get her off. I needed to throw up and Alice be damned if she made me expel last night's contents on my sheets…or over her.

"Alice, I'll give you two seconds before I lose my shit all over your clothes. One…"

After the temporary tumor dislodged herself from my chest I high tailed it to the bathroom. It was times like this that I wish I didn't drink so much. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't an alcoholic by any means, but you couldn't go wrong with the temporary numbness liquor provided. It numbed a person just enough to make thoughts bearable, actions forgivable and lives reversible. It provided the illusion of a normal reality where I was in good standing with my family.

After telling myself that I would never drink again (which is complete bullshit) I cleaned myself up and began making my way back into the bedroom. I made sure to poke my head around the door before completely rendering myself vulnerable with sticking out my whole body.

I did a quick survey of my bedroom to make sure the coast was clear and was just about to hop into bed when the smell of coffee distracted me. I'm not sure why I hadn't noticed it before. Oh yeah, Alice's knees were attempting to castrate me.

Coffee or sleep? Fuck, it was a tough decision. My head felt like it was a go to destination for jackhammers so I definitely needed the sleep. Even I wouldn't want to be around me if I were me. What the hell? Obviously sleep was a good thing. I was debating with myself about not being me. On the opposing team, Coffee. My one true love. The one that would never steer me wrong. Unless of course when those dipshits at the coffee shop make it the wrong way. Then all hell would break loose…Fuckers.

Or... I could kill two birds with one stone and pick option number three. I could walk out of this room and pretend that I'm going to wake up and have a decent conversation (which consists of fuck you and get off my dick) with my brother and his girlfriend. Then once I kick them out I can jump back into bed and sleep the headache from hell away.

As I made my way to the kitchen, option number three was looking like it was going to be the winner.

"Hello little brother. It's good to see you finally joined the world of the living," His words were sarcastic as fuck but I could see it in his eyes that he was fucking around. "From your little rendezvous in the bathroom I'm assuming you were out late? And judging from the empty bed I saw when I walked in you didn't have company."

"Who says I didn't have company big brother?" I narrowed my eyes at him before walking across the kitchen to give him a hug. "I missed you man but what are you doing here so early and where did Ali go?"

"She went to wait in the car. Were not staying long," He handed me a cup of coffee as he rolled his eyes at me. "Yes dipshit, it's a frappe white chocolate mocha. And to answer your other question, yes I made sure they made it right. All I had to do was mention who it was for and they started racing around like disturbed bees. You really have them scared don't you? The cashier alone looked like she was going to cry."

"Yeah, well no one messes with my coffee. I'm a needy bitch. Don't think that you're distracting me with talking about coffee. I know what you're doing and you never answered my question."

"You were always very observant when it came to things like that. When you were younger you would always pester the shit out of whoever was keeping something from you. That little butt of yours was always red from the smacking mom would give you. You never knew when to shut up."

"Fucking whatever Jasper. Now tell me why you're here or get the fuck out."

"Do you recall what two days ago was?" Jasper was looking at me like I was stupid. So I thought really hard and tried to figure out what it was that was important. It didn't help that the massive headache I had was keeping me from connecting my brain to my thoughts.

Jasper's tapping foot was really pissing me off. The action itself made me feel like the child that was being scrutinized by his father. To be honest, it brought back so many memories of Carlisle doing the same exact thing. Memories that told me I was never going to be good enough. Not for him. Not for anyone.

"You obviously don't know. Let me help you Tony. Your twin. Chicago Cubs. Game. For fucks sake, get your head out of your ass Anthony. Edward wanted you to be there and you didn't show up…"

It hit me then. All the reminders and all the phone calls from Jasper and Alice would make to remind me about his game. Fuck me. I forgot. I told my brother I'd make an effort to be there and I forgot. I went out and got drunk instead of being at my twin's game.

"Is that all?" I knew I was being curt with him but I had better things to do than to listen to him bitch. Luckily Edward lived a few blocks away so I could just run over and apologize.

We stared at one another for a few minutes before he sighed and turned to leave.

"Thanks for the coffee Jazz." He didn't given any indication that he heard me so I let it be.

I wanted to be somewhat presentable so I took a shower and tried to comb my hair. Yeah fat luck it would do. It was always messy. I didn't want to get dressed. It felt good just to leave everything hanging. I played with the idea of walking down the street naked but figured that would be the last thing I needed to face. My brother was probably already mad at me. I didn't need daddy fucking dearest breathing his rich ass flame thrower breath down my back too.

It took me an hour to pull my shitty appearance together but I did it. I was now walking, rather quickly I might add, to my brother's apartment. I'm still not sure why I chose not to live with him. You'd think being twins and all we'd be attached at the hip. But we weren't. Rather, my life had taken a drastic turn from its course while his seemed to weave itself intricately with his. I felt that out of sync with him and having him prosper in what he did best didn't help me when it came to Carlisle so I took myself out of the equation. It was the least I could do. For my brother and for myself.

It didn't occur to me that my hand was already reaching for the main entrance door of his apartment complex. I still didn't know how I was going to apologize but I figured I'd wing it. Words always seemed to fail me up until the point that I needed them. This conversation would be no different. I just needed to be there in order for them to come.

I never knew why Edward had given me a spare to his apartment until now. I pulled out my keys and stared at his apartment key. Was I overstepping my boundaries if I decided to just walk in? I was his twin for fucks sake I had every right to but why did it make me feel bad when I was about to enter the key? I might not have been around the past couple of months but he wouldn't flip out on me would he?

I sighed and decided to put my keys away. It's now or never. I was just about to raise my hand to knock when the door opened revealing a very pissed off Rosalie.

"We'll look what the fucking cat dragged in. What the fuck are you doing here little brother?"

I knew Rosalie and I weren't always nice to each other but I was a little taken back by the use of 'little brother'. When Jasper had used it earlier I knew that he had used it as a term of endearment. It came out a bit sarcastic but I knew the difference. Rosalie's was nothing short of a sneer and like she was ashamed to call me her brother.

"Listen, I need to speak to E. I wanted to apologize for not going to his game."

"Seriously Anthony? Are you fucking serious?" She looked at me and laughed. "How about you apologize for the shitty brother that you are. Go ahead Tony. He's in the living room."

I may or may not have shoved into her really hard on purpose as I walked past her and headed towards the living room. The fact that my siblings, friends and some new guy were all huddled together around Edward wasn't what stopped me in my tracks. It was the look of dread and apology that Jasper tried to convey with his eyes.

"What th- what the fuck," It took me a while to compose myself. All I could see what my twin's leg propped up on a pillow. "When the fuck did this happen? And why hasn't anyone told me?"

"If you would have gone to the fucking game you would have known that your TWIN was attacked by James Stonington and it was intentional." I didn't even know Rose had come back into the room until I heard her yapping behind me.

"Look Anthony, I tried to tell you earlier but you were being a dick." It was jasper's turn to insert himself into the conversation. I didn't want to hear anything from anyone else. The only person I wanted to hear from was the one who had a fucking cast on. I ignored Jasper and Rose and looked toward Edward for an explanation.

"It's true Tony. I was playing and James just plowed through me. I have a fractured tibia and a broken ankle. My recovery time is expected to be three months and even then they suggest that I should take the season off." His voice was so small and it seemed like he was trying to keep himself from crying every other word that came out of his mouth. I couldn't help but feel for him. He was my brother. I began making my way towards him when a hand stopped me.

"Oh look, now you're trying to be the big brother. News flash Tony, you suck at it." I repeated my earlier thought of not hitting girls. I swore to myself that if she touched me or did something to provoke me that all bets were off.

"Let the fuck go Rosalie, if you know what's good for you. I swear to god I'll hit you. Now back the fuck up and let me see my brother." I didn't wait for her response before ripping my arm out of her grasp.

"What happened E? Here, let me see your leg," I made sure that he didn't have to move before I gently prodded his leg. "It doesn't look so bad little bro. Three months will pass like nothing." I'm not sure if that was the right thing to say but he seemed to think about it before nodding.

"Yeah three fucking months that we probably won't see your ass."

I had just about had it with Rose's snide remarks and was just about to say something when Alice decided to intervene.

"Rose please. He's here that's all that matters right now."

"I'll answer your question Anthony. You wanted the answer so here it is. We didn't fucking tell you because you don't make a god damn effort to want to be told things. For months you ignored us. And for what? Because of dad?"

"Says the one who is the apple of daddy's eye. You're so full of shit Rose. And fuck all of you for holding that against me. I'm sorry E."

I rose from my position and strode out of the apartment. It wasn't until I got back to mine that I realized I didn't do what I had originally gone over there to do.

Hello…my name is fucking failure.

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