Golden Eyes, Broken Heart

Chapter 17 Part Two

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Chapter 17 Part Two

Brody freezes beside me and my heart skips a beat. And another one. "What?" I whisper, my finger freezes on Jake's cheek and he stares fearfully down at it until I move my hand back down to my side. "No I didn't Jake,"  he swallows as a few more tears fall. Brody discreetly shifts away until our shoulders are no longer touching. "Y-you said you would k-k-," Jake stutters then breaks down, his shoulders shaking with every heart tearing sob that escapes his lips. "Come here buddy," Brody whispers, lifting him easily up onto his lap. "Daddy, didn't kill anyone." he whispers softly, smiling reassuringly down at him. I clutch my head still reeling from Jake's words. "I never even threatened her Brody," I whisper, he merely nods before returning his gaze to Jake who is breathing normally, his head resting against my best friend's chest. "It was a bad dream." Brody explains, "I get them lots too buddy, they play with your mind." Jake simply nods and closes his eyes. "Want your little guy back? He's pretty damn hot," my mouth opens in shock but he's swift to explain, "As in warm. He's warm. Yeah, not hot as in hot. Well I mean he's hot too but-" I shut him up with a glare and he stops his fit of stuttering. His happiness fades as he gazes down at Jake sleeping. "I killed him Dex," he whispers, "Dead. Done. Finished."

"Who?" he turns his head to look at me.

"Did you know him?" I ask, "The guy." Brody shakes his head. "Not well," I nod. Somehow that makes it better. My best friend has killed someone. A chuckle escapes my lips and Brody stares at me in utter horror. "We're pretty messed up aren't we?" I laugh, it takes a few minutes before Brody begins to chuckle as well. "Mmhm," the novelty soon wears off.

"What if the police find out Dex? I'm not a kid anymore, if they find out I'll be locked up," I shake my head.

"Mate, it's street fighting. The whole point is avoiding the police. They wont find out."

"What-" I cut him off with a stern look before reaching over to slide Jake out of his lap. "Don't want you turning my son into a murderer do I?" I laugh as he gives me an annoyed scowl. "Thank you for calming him down," I finally manage to praise, his scowl is immediately replaced with a beaming smile. His flashy white teeth on full display. "You'd be a good dad ya know," I smile back. Standing up to slide Jake under the duvet as he sleeps peacefully. Brody shrugs, but I get the feeling he's happy at the thought. "Not sure that's a good idea," he chuckles lightly, forced and humourless. I shrug back, not sure what to say. We both freeze as the door handle begins to rattle downstairs. Followed by thumping and an annoyed Australian voice, "Dex I'm friggin freezing out here!" Rosalie shouts aggressively, going back to her aimless thumping. Brody lets out a sigh of relief as I leave the room shaking my head in exasperation. "Gonna fall into a coma one of these days I swear," I grumble to myself, "got a murderer in my bedroom, three year old sayin I'm a killer, hot Australian girl thumping my damn door down," I reach the door and yank it open so fast Rosalie falls forward and thumps my stomach with her hand. "Holy shit," she screams, clutching her hand against her chest as she hops around the hallway. "You hit me...." I trail off, leaning back against the wall with a raised eyebrow. "You left me hangin for about an hour then you whip the door open like a bat out of hell, whatdya expect?" she hisses angrily, still clutching her hand. Hiding my smile behind my index finger as I gently run it across my lips I give her a crooked smile, "Why are you here?"

"How impolite," she scowls pulling the door open, "Guess noone bloody wants me,"

"Wait. I didn't mean it like that," I mutter, holding her shoulder to stop her leaving. (Wow that sounds sinister) Rosalie turns to face me and I gently shush her as tears roll down her cheek, "So much bloody crying, Brody, Jake, Me, now you." she laughs despite the tears, walking forwards to embrace me in a tight hug. She's only just tall enough to rest her head on my shoulder. "My parents kicked me out,"

"Why?" I whisper gently. She shrugs.

"Where are the two troubles?" I laugh and step out of the hug to lead her upstairs. "Brody. Kids. Bad idea," Rosalie mutters under her breath as we walk into my room just in time to see Brody pulling a scary face at Jake who is still sleeping soundly. "What the hell?" Brody blushes, staring sheepishly at us. "Got bored," I shake my head, walking over to sit beside Jake on the bed. "What happened to you?" Brody sniggers at Rosalie's face which was stained with running mascara thanks to her crying. "Jesus christ you two are such gentlemen," she huffs, "Dex pretty much tells me to leave and you complain about my face," we both laugh at her distressed face. "She was kicked out by her parents," I whisper to Brody who immediately shuts up. "Harsh,"

"What about you? Why are you here?" Rosalie asks, sauntering over to sit on the carpet with her back against the wall. Brody swallows and opens his mouth to say something then closes it again. "Oh he just killed someone," I chime in happily. Rosalie bursts out laughing as Brody glares angrily at me. When she notices that he hasn't corrected me or given a different reason for being here she stops laughing. "What?"

"I do street fighting, It was an accident. I just lost control," we all sit in silence for a few minutes, Brody and Rosalie considering their unfortunate lives whilst I run my hand through Jake's hair in long deliberate strokes. "He chose him over me you know," Brody murmurs and I turn to see him sprawled out on the floor beside Rosalie who gives him a strange look. "What?"

"Dex," Brody sighs pointing at me as he stares blankly up at the ceiling, "He chose that little monster over me," I frown slightly but don't say anything, just focus on my sleeping son. "Used to do street fighting together we did, me and Dex." Brody drawls on into the darkness, "One day he shows up with this kid, an now my bro's gone." his voice cracks, "My last bro." silence fills the room again and I turn over onto my side, resting my head beside Jakes. "I know," I whisper back to Brody before closing my eyes to avoid his accusing stare. I hear something scrape along the carpet and a few seconds later I hear Rosalie complaining about Brody taking up too much space but then I succumb to my sleepiness and the world fades away from my bedroom where I'm having a sleep over with a murderer, deluded child and a runaway girl. Who's life is the worst?

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"Shiiiit," an Australian voice groans, "We are sooooo late." I open my eyes to find Brody and Rosalie sprawled out over my bedroom carpet, Brody fast asleep with his arm draped across his face to keep out the light. Rosalie sits up and I start howling. "Aren't you in good shape," I snort as she drags herself up off the floor to look into the mirror. She screams when her reflections red face stares back with long lines and triangles imprinted on every inch of her face from the patterned carpet. My life isn't the hardest after all.