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| How it is; Two brothers reunite | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 21 2018, 02:57 PM (37 Views) | |
| FellaLibby | Apr 21 2018, 02:57 PM Post #1 |
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April 20th, 2018, Springfield, Massachusetts -Living here, not only away from home, but away from my love, the love that betrayed me, the love who swears there was no wrong... I cannot believe it. I know what I saw, and I heard what I heard. The truth kills when it is out there. And the real truth is this: I live here... With my brother. I opened the door, to find him smoking on the couch- "Oh hey. You're back kid." -Eric had only been out of jail for narcotics about 4 months ago, and here he is smoking weed again.- "Saw you on TV, got your ass handed to ya. How'd it go?" "How do you think?" -I was exhausted, I had to open a window for fresh air. Then I sat on the chair holding my head- "Well, it looked like you were having a grand ol' time there Seany. How uh, hows your girl? You see her last night?" "No. She's been avoiding me. She may have a restraining order on me, but you know, I wouldn't let a piece of paper stand in my way." "Well that didn't stop you from wounding up in a jail cell, brother." "Yeah, thanks for not bailing me out Eric." "Anytime Sean. Anytime." -This man, is so unbelievably dense it hurts. I needed a drink, something that would make me forget- "You remember the time I told you, how you were born?" "Not now Eric." "Nah come on, I'm bored. I was outside the room, quietly smoking my cig..." "Eric..." "And then as I lit a new one, I hear WAHH! WAHH! WAHHH!! Scared me so bad I lit part of my hair on fire from the lighter; Ha ha... Oh man." "Eric, you're two years older than me, how would you be smoking and even be left alone?" -I grabbed a guinness from the fridge and walk back into the living room to see Eric looking at the wall in a trance- "......That wasn't you?" "Jesus Christ no!" "Huh... Must've been Micheal's kid. He has a son named Sean too." "Whatever." "Well you know its not whatever too kid, cause you know how you say you're "real name" is "Eoin O'Rourke"? Huh?" "I told you, its what my ma wanted to call me. Her choice of name with her last name." "Yeahyeahyeah but OUR dad chose to call you Sean! An' because he banged your mom, he got the last name rights." "Good lord why did I choose to come back to live with you?!" "Because you don't wanna be homeless again kid? Ha ha!" -His mocking of me is insufferable! I got up ready to punch his teeth in, to make him shut his mouth for good. But... I didn't hit him- "Go on. Hit me. See how far it gets you." -He puffed another air of weed at my face and I just sat back down then took a sip of my beer- "Here's how it is, Sean. You ruined your relationship, because of what you saw, and what you heard. Now I know you're a believer in whatever you see. And seeing is believing, sure. But kid, sometimes it's better to keep your mouth shut. Otherwise you're going to become a madman, like me. But your in luck because, you got the chance to win it all at your Pay Per View, which you're paying for me to watch thanks, prove your right, prove your best friend is a bastard, and prove you're not a liar." -Suddenly a glass shattered. Not a real one, not a window, not anything physical. A mental glass in my mind started cracking. Maybe I am becoming like my brother. Becoming more like him than I care to admit. I had to get away... Rest.- "Hey where ya goin?" "Just getting some rest. Its been a long week." -I went into my room, looked around and things were looking out of shape. And out of color. I stumbled to the bed... only taking off my boots with my feet before passing out- "Submit... submit.... submit." |
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