Page 47 of My Fight


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“He stepped out,” Pete said. “Needed some air.”

"Can't blame him," I muttered. “Thanks. I’ll go find him.”

I left my sister's apartment filled with more rage than I had ever experienced in my life.

As I made my way to my truck, I kept thinking about how I had failed my sister. I should have made her move home. If she were home, that asshole never would’ve been able to get to her.

When I reached my truck, Finn was leaning with his forearms on the bed with his head resting on them.

"Finn," I called once I got close.

“Yeah.” Finn raised his head and faced me. “Here.”

He tossed me the keys, and I caught them one-handed, pulling them out of the air.

His eyes were bloodshot. I knew he had been crying.

"We’ll get the asshole. He'll feel the same pain. I'll make sure of it," I stated firmly.

My brother just lifted his chin, letting me know he agreed. He turned away from me, then climbed into the truck without saying a word.

Slowly, I pulled out of the apartment complex and eased onto the street.

"They should be at Ry's by now." He gazed out the window.

I instantly gripped the steering wheel harder. Finn must have noticed because he sighed.

"Conor, Ryan loves her,” he said. “He has loved her for years. Probably since we were kids."

This was too much. I couldn't handle this right now. Not only were we dealing with some asshole who thought beating women was okay, but now I had to deal with my best friend being with my sister.

No! Just no fucking way.

I raised my eyebrows and quickly glanced at Finn, who was watching for my response.

"How long have you known?" I asked my brother.

Finn went on, telling me how he wasn't aware they were officially together, but that Ryan had confessed his feelings for Kenna after a fight one night.

“That’s bullshit,” I said. “How the fuck—”

"Come on, Conor, how could you not know? Haven't you ever noticed the way they look at each other? Remember when we were kids, and we would be playing outside while Kenna and Mom would be sitting outside with their guitar, making up songs? Ryan would always stop and watch them. You can't tell me you never noticed that."

"Shit," I mumbled in a whisper.

Finn was right. Every time Kenna entered a room, Ryan's eyes went right to her and never left. Ryan was always the first to run over to Kenna if she fell. He was the one who always threatened any boy who tried to make contact with Kenna in high school.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" I said each word louder than the last.

Finn smirked in the passenger seat.

"Why the fuck didn't you bring this to my attention before?"

My brother just laughed—not a small chuckle either, but a full-blown one.

"What's so funny?" I glared at him.

“You’re so stupid, Conor.” He just shook his head. “It was right in front of your face the whole time.”

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