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"Aid—no, it's not. Not even close. He's a fucking adult, what he did is illegal. There's a huge difference."
My jaw slackened. "He didn't do anything wrong." I pleaded with him to understand. "How can you sit there and say that after I told you I pursued him too? I told you I love him. How can you sit there and say otherwise? Who cares about the ages?"
He put his hand up. "Stop. I can’t stomach anymore. I'm disgusted. All I can picture is his hands on you, and I want to fucking break them."
Xavier stood and marched into the kitchen, each step louder. I followed him and watched as he yanked opened the freezer and pulled out a bottle of vodka by the neck. He didn't bother with a glass. He uncapped it and took a long swig. I grimaced. How gross. That stuff tasted like rubbing alcohol.
"Xavier, please. I thought you'd be understanding."
He put the bottle back and wiped his mouth on his bicep. "Well, you thought wrong. There's no excuse, honestly." He glared at me, refusing to back down. "There's not."
Hurt laced my eyes as anger ignited inside of my heart. "Avery told me she went after you too. And you’re an adult."
He let out a haughty laugh. "Yeah, she's fucking lying, but I'm not surprised. That's all she's good at anyway." He shook his head. "Fucking lies. She's filled with them."
My eyes lowered, and the flame of anger inside of me rose higher with how he spoke about my best friend he’d screwed over. Avery wouldn't lie to me, not after our pact.
"I knew she wanted me, so I chased her until she caved because I wanted that sweet ass too. Only it kicked back and I got attached. Who knew—little fucking Avery." He shook his head again like he was in a state of disbelief. "Karma got me, though, when she got rid of our kid."
"That's right. You got her pregnant then fucked her over and left her."
Twenty-Four
His eyes widened and all I could see was white.
"Don't even go there!" he yelled in my face, spit flying. I pulled back because I wasn't going to take his aggression. "You have no idea what you're talking about."
"You’re a drug addict and an alcoholic. She couldn't handle that and tried to help you. I know about all the overdosing too. You were spinning out of control. You shoved her away to hook up with someone else in front of her. You fucked her over and left her and then ignored her while she was going through the worst time of her life. You used her. I knew you would too, and had I known what was happening, I would've stopped it the first chance I got."
It wasn't fair of me to say that, but I was mad and couldn't stop the pent-up aggression from coming out of me. Damnit. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye. And then another. I couldn’t tell if it was because I was angry, sad, or just frustrated with everything.
"Don't start with the waterworks. That's the same stupid shit she used to do, and it won't work."
"You're such a dick," I said and wiped them away. "You got my best friend fucking pregnant and then walked out of her life like she didn't exist. How can you sit there and get mad at me and want to kill Kova when you're no better?"
I thought he was going to explode. Xavier put his index and middle finger in the air along with his thumb. It reminded me of a gun. His hand trembled and from that trembling came his wrath that spread throughout the room.
"You better stop, now," he said. His voice was quiet, barely in control. I wasn't afraid of him. He'd never physically hurt me, but I'd never seen him this worked up before either. "You're so far off that I'm about to fucking lose it. What happened is because of her, not me. I didn't do anything wrong but worship the dirty ground she walked on. She fucked us up."
"Famous last words from a junkie," I spat out and then immediately wished I could take it back.
His chest rose and fell fast, and his eyes flared. "Seriously, Aid? How fucking dare you compare me to your sleaze-ball coach and then call me a junkie. What Avery and I had was really not the same at all. "I don't care if you stood in front of him naked with your legs spread willing and ready, he should have walked away. Dad trusted him. He was supposed to look after you, not fuck you." He seethed. "I can't believe Dad didn't kill him."
"He almost did."
"Good. I wish he had. I wish that fucke
r was six feet under and rotting. I wish I could pull each fucking limb from his body."
My jaw trembled violently. Before I could stop them, tears gushed from my eyes. This was not what I wanted to happen when I came in here to see him. I didn't want to fight with my brother. I missed him and wanted to talk to him.
I covered my face with my hands and cried, sobbing quietly. A loud sound erupted in the room, like an explosion, and I jumped. Glancing up, I saw Xavier had punched a wall. There was a massive hole.
He stalked over to me and I stepped backwards quickly. My heart was racing. His knuckles were bleeding and when I stumbled, he grabbed me by my elbow.
"Get the fuck over here," he said, and hauled me to his chest.
Xavier released a deep, slow sigh that was dripping in regret, and hugged me. I broke down, crying hysterically against him.
