Driving away, Demons by Imagine Dragons was blasting on the radio. I suddenly smirked, and I felt satisfied. I let go of my past, a thing which I should have done a long time ago. Nobody would ever know, beside James, that in my moments of madness, I let myself sleep with a guy. If he said anything to anyone, that kid would pay.

I pulled my car into the driveway. The house seemed old, but until two years ago when my life went downhill, I lived here, happy and oblivious, with my parents. Now it was just me and my brother.

The porch was messy, the patio was dirty, and the grass was uncut. Everything was fucked up. The moment I entered the house, a musty odor hit me. The drape was down, and on the sofa in the living room, my brother was staring at the ceiling.

He was still in his uniform from work, and his shirt was wrinkled. He had one hand under his head, and in the other, he held what I guessed to be a glass of scotch. On his chest was a half ripped photo, placed face down.

I knew that photo; it was him and his son, taken a few weeks before...

"Where have you been?" My brother asked, not even looking at me and interrupting my line of thoughts. I felt the love from a mile away.

"I was getting rid of a pest," I said bluntly while throwing my keys on the small, dirty glass table near the sofa. I went into the kitchen to look for food. "What is to eat around here?" I yelled.

"Pizza." I looked around and there it was. It was a small piece, a few days old. My stomach was growling loudly. "I should have fucked that slut more...his mother is a good cook indeed," I mumbled to myself, sighing and biting into the cold pizza.

"Who did you fuck?" I was suddenly startled by my brother's voice. He was leaning against the door frame and looking coldly into my eyes. He was pale, he had bags under his eyes, and his hair was messy, similar to some bushes.

"Someone..." I said with a shrug, thinking about the nice surprises Chris would have for the next days of school before the year ended. I brushed my brother aside to get away and stormed to my room. I stopped to tell him something. "I saw him today. He looked broken." I licked my lip and smiled, seeing my brother's tormented face.

The moment I entered my room, my phone vibrated in my pocket. It was a message from James, which I decided to ignore.

"What have you done, you fucking bastard?"

Nothing, you jerk!

I placed my phone on the bed and sat on my back, staring at the ceiling. I heard a noise from downstairs, but I didn't bother to stand up and check. For all I cared, he could go to hell.

I closed my eyes, and the first thing that flashed into my mind was Sebastian's face. He looked shattered. A satisfying feeling passed through me. I hated that shit; he bragged all day about his mother, his siblings, and how perfect his life was.

He was a slut who probably fucked most of the guys he landed his eyes on. I suddenly remembered how oddly he reacted today, which scared the shit out of me. He had yelled and thrown his plate down in the cafeteria, running out.

His eyes scared me the most; they were lifeless.

A bang on my door made me jolt, and it pulled me from my thoughts. The door opened, and my brother entered, stumbling and glancing at me. His gaze softened, and a frail smile appeared on his face.

He was a good looking man, I had to admit. If I had met him earlier, we might have bonded and not have been like two strangers maybe if he hadn't rejected me when the cops took me to his house, shaken and covered in my own mother's blood.

Two years ago, I found out I had a brother who was happily living with a guy. I loathed him, and then everything changed. I wished my brother didn't have to look like he did today, all broken down.

When Chris came into my life, I was so drunk that I didn't even know what I was doing. He was there, and he spread his legs for me in a dark alley.

"What do you want?" I asked him, glancing at some messages on my phone.

My eyes never met his, but I could clearly see they were red. His shoulders slumped, and he sat in the chair at my desk, looking blankly out the wide window, like remembering things from his past.

It had been a month since we both moved back into this house. I lived here with my parents until hell broke loose.

"Did he..." he trailed off, staring down and pulling me out from my daze.

"He looked bad. Sky and Michael were there as well at some grave."

He nodded his head. "I see..."

Scrolling through my phone messages, I reread my conversations with Rick and J.D. about our little plans and chuckled, forgetting for a second that my brother was in my room. He looked distant anyway.

"Are you staying here?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. "I have to change and take a shower. I reek of cheap perfume."

Without saying anything, my brother stood up and left my room. A few moments later, I heard the front door slam. He went for a drink for sure.

I stood up, thinking about the plan I created with my friends. "Chris, prepare yourself, buddy..." I mumbled to myself while stripping my clothes. I stepped into the shower, feeling the cold water upon my skin. It was refreshing.

Two hours later, a bang at the door made me jump from my bed. My stomach was still growling.

"Open the door," I yelled, but there was not a single reply.

Cussing, I got down from my bed, hoping that it was not James. I wasn't in any mood to deal with him now.

Passing by the other bedroom, I noticed that my brother was home, passed out. I shrugged and ran downstairs.

The moment I opened the door, two icy green eyes met mine, and I wished it was James and not him.

"Where is he hiding?"

"Who?" I asked, looking puzzled while my smile was wide on my face.

"Don't play with me, kid. It is important." He pushed me aside, and he entered while I made a sarcastic gesture as if I was inviting him in. He stared at me for a few minutes, and I could see he was angry. Never mess with an adult who has mood swings.

"Michael, I think now is not a good time to bother my brother with small things."

He pushed me into the wall and stormed upstairs, yelling my brother's name and slamming the door to his room. For a 25 years old guy, he sure acted like a brat, especially each time he saw Sebastian.

I wonder why? I raise my shoulders in defeat. My head will hurt if I think too much on things that aren't important to me.

"Tyler, get your ass up and get over here, you fucking asshole,"

I could hear, and then there was silence. Noise came from his room, and then I saw Mickael coming down. His knuckles were red, and his face had a vividly crimson color in his cheeks. He stopped in the door frame and glared at me.

"Make that shit pull himself before his husband does something and it's too late. Tell him to not forget his vow..."

I nodded, and he left like he came, slamming the door. I ran upstairs to find Tyler looking perplexed. Sorrow was written all over his face, and he had a split lip.

"I can't go back to him...not after everything I said to him. I blamed him for everything."

I kneeled in front of him, and he buried his face into my neck, crying.

After an hour, we both fell asleep. The room was cold. All night, I dreamed of Sebastian's expression, making me awake abruptly. I felt a strange, dull pain in my chest, lingering each time I closed my eyes. Tyler tossed all night in his sleep, keeping me awake. When the morning came, my eyes were red, and my skin was pale.

I was alone with a blanket on my shoulders. On the bed was a note.

"I left for work."

It was short and simple. I snorted, and my eyes lit up when I saw he left me money.

After a fast shower, which was mostly with cold water, I brushed my teeth and threw on a simple white t-shirt and a pair of gray shorts. I was about to leave for school when my phone rang. It was James.

"Hello there,"

I said in a mocking tone, rolling my eyes. James disliked me. To him, I was the devil himself. He could only stand me because of Sebastian.

"What the fuck did you do to him, you b..."

Feeling bored and hearing his yelling in my ear, I interrupted our lovely conversation by humming a song. The moment I opened the door, the warmth of the sun hit my skin and caressed it. The sky was clear, and I knew it would be a hot day.

Remembering that my car was low on gas, I decided to walk. My house was at least ten minutes away from school, and I had to go through the park as well.

Ten minutes later, I was gasping from the heat and feeling tired. Yes, I was lazier than a sloth. At the entrance, Rick and J.D. were waiting, smoking and laughing. Alyona and her group of friends arrived shortly as well, clinging to Rick's arm and whining about her hair.

She was stunning; I had to admit, with long, curly, blond hair and gorgeous blue eyes. I would soon have my share of that fine ass. A smile slipped across my face, and no one noticed it.

I shake both of their hands and enter the school, all three waiting for our prey to arrive: Sebastian.

A giggle rang in my ear, and I turned. At his locker, instead of a shattered boy, there was a joyful kid. He was hastily eating a cake, while James was throwing daggers with his eyes in my direction. I smiled, and he showed his middle finger.

"I can't wait to beat the shit out of the freak,"

I heard J.D. say, and I slightly nodded, thinking of what I had prepared for him.

"He will be publicly humiliated. Maybe then he will stop harassing me..."

Rick continued, smirking and watching his girlfriend. She gave him a peck on his lips, while her eyes were on J.D. My lips twitched.

Suddenly I felt a poke in my arm, and I turned to see a smiling Sebastian next to me, licking cream off of his fingers.

"You still didn't buy my cake, and where is my surprise?" I raised an eyebrow, while J.D. and Rick stared at me.

"You will get them," I mumbled, glancing at him. Yesterday seemed like the sky crumbled upon him and now like nothing had happened. Sebastian turned, and I noticed he had the same clothes on, as yesterday. James dragged him, but he escaped his grip. All of a sudden, Rick was attacked.

You're like my teddy bear all fluffy," he said, rubbing himself from Rick and patting his shoulder with a serious look on his face.

He smiled wide and pulled him by the collar to his face. He licked Rick's face, taking him by surprise, and he ran away, waving.

After a pause, Rick's face was a vivid red, and we all stared at him, nearly exploding into laughter.

"Everyone, kill that punk," he yelled, storming away and pushing aside some kids.

The moment the bell rang, I closed my locker and felt a grip on my arm, causing me to turn around. A pair of dark, hazel eyes appeared in front of me.

"What do you want, Sky?"

He pushed me into my locker hard as I hissed in pain. "Don't fuck with that boy, Anthony. You don't know anything. What did you do to him yesterday?"

"Why are you all asking me this?" I asked, pushing him back. "I got rid of him; you know he was only good spreading his le..." A slap echoed through the hall. My face hurt, and a sting passed through my jaw. "Oh! Now hurting students..."

"Don't you dare, kid...if it wasn't for Tyler..."

"My brother is fine and away from all of you crazy bastards," I yelled at him. He didn't flinch, and I could see his jaw clenching.

"Tell him to come see his kids at least, Theodore. He has us."

With that, he turned and left, leaving me puzzled. What was with everyone kissing that retard's ass so much? Shaking my head, I started dragging my legs toward my math class. My brother should take from there my adorable nephews which just made six years, three months ago, from that unstable man...

He nearly killed his oldest son, after all,or is that I heard anyway...

See you Sunday all...