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MASON
“I-I-I’m sorry,”Winter whispers into the room. As she tries to sit up, a wince crosses her face. She looks around the room as though she’s wishing that she could just disappear into thin air.
My eyes trail down her half-naked body to her rib and see the bruise that’s already forming there. I wince because she caught that hit full force. I don’t know what the hell she was thinking, trying to come between a fight like that.
I watch as Grayson rushes over to her and helps her up onto her feet while she grimaces at the pain. He whispers something into her ear that I can’t hear from where I’m standing and a minute later, she nods. Then he’s helping her up the stairs.
“What the hell is wrong with you boys?” my father booms after they’re gone.
“Nothing,” I say dismissively.
“I thought I raised you two better than that to be fighting over some pussy!” he snaps.
“Just leave it alone, Dad. I have it handled,” I say through clenched teeth, not wanting to talk about this anymore.
“How does you and your brother coming to blows mean that you have it handled?” he asks in a mocking tone.
“Fuck, Dad! Just leave it alone. I’ll deal with it,” I snap.
“If you don’t get a handle on this soon, I’ll be forced to step in. I will not have my sons killing each other over some worthless pussy. Understand?” he snaps.
“Are you going to just let my dad talk about your daughter like that?” I ask Emilia incredulously.
I’m getting pissed at her. I know I’ve said some shit to Winter, but that’s because I’m the only one allowed to make her life hell—not anyone else. I hate the way my father is speaking about her.
“Please, that is no daughter of mine. If she wants to act like a whore, then I don’t care if your father has to put her in her place. She’s nothing but a fucking disgrace to me anyway,” Emilia huffs out before walking off.
“Fix your shit,” my father says before walking off as well.
I’m left standing there for a while before I move to the kitchen. I grab a bag of peas from the freezer and place it on my knuckles. Fucking hell, Grayson and I have never fought like this.
The fucker packs a mean punch though. He’s definitely gotten better and is on his way to besting me in fights now. I smirk at the thought. Who would’ve thought my little brother would get to the point where he almost kicked my ass. We’ve sparred and shit before, but he’s never gotten that close.
My mind goes back to Winter and fuck! I’m a fucking asshole. At this point, I think I might be bipolar or something. I let out a groan as I remember the words I said to her. I remember the look on her face too.
That just might be the look that haunts me for a while. The look of devastation that hit and the way her entire face and body seemed to crumple in on itself makes me feel like a shitty person. I watched the light in her eyes dim a little more at my words, but I couldn’t stop the filth from coming out of my mouth.
I’m already fucking up the promise I made to myself—the one where I said I would put all the shit behind us. But once again, me and my big mouth can’t keep it shut and I’m taking my anger out on her. What a fucking mess.
My mind goes through the things my father and her mother said about her and I feel fucking shittier. It’s in that moment I finally realize she’s alone and she has no one to turn to. She’s been fighting her battles against everyone alone and like the fucking prick that I am, I keep telling her to kill herself.
My heart skips a beat. What if she actually tries to kill herself again? Fuck, man! My father definitely raised a monster!
I’m still torn and confused on who I want to be. Everything is too muddled for me to see straight. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also can’t stop hurting her. What kind of asshole says shit like that?
I drop the bag of peas on the counter before making my way back upstairs to check on her. I hate this love/hate relationship I have with her. As much as I say dumb shit to her, I don’t know if I’d survive if she actually killed herself. Her doing that scares the shit out of me after the way I reacted when she did try.
I groan at how complicated I am. I seriously need to stop going from zero to one hundred this many times in the span of minutes or even days. And yes, I realize I’m a hypocrite when it comes to her.
I walk into my room and then into the bathroom quietly. The door on her side is cracked open a bit and I walk over. I stand inside the bathroom and listen because Grayson is still in there talking to her. I’m not ashamed to say that I eavesdrop on their conversation.
“I’m sorry. I’m sure he didn’t mean those words,” Grayson tells her, trying to soothe her.
Of course, I didn’t mean them, but no one else will know that. I said them with so much conviction, no one would think otherwise.
“He did. But don’t worry, I’m used to them. He wishes I was dead,” she says in an emotionless voice. It sounds hollow and not at all like her. I don’t know what to make of that at all to be honest, because she’s never sounded so detached before.
Well, what the hell did you expect, asshole?
