Hidden Motives

Problems?

A few hours later I woke up to the sound of yelling coming from downstairs. I tried to ignore it, but it was just too loud. Then I heard the sound of glass break. "Oh god" I thought. The last thing I needed was to be part of that. I rolled around for a bit, but the yelling was only getting louder. I angrily got up and stormed to the stairs. Then I noticed the voice of Dylan. I hid behind the rail to listen in.

"Dylan?" I thought. "I hadn't heard from him in forever. Why was he arguing with Max?" 

I listened in for a bit and heard "Max you are clearly drunk! You aren't in a state to reason with me, especially about our father! Weren't you the one saying he was no good and you hated him! What made you want to talk to him!" Dylan yelled.

"Don't you understand! I need closure! Why did he do it! Ever since Zara came into my life with all these problems I can't stop thinking about ours! The ones we buried beneath us! I need to speak to him! It's for my sanity!" Max responded furiously.

"Why would you bring Zara into this! Our problems with our father shouldn't relate back to her! Don't you care about her? What are you thinking! You should be happy she even gave you a chance. Your bad and I'm bad. Neither of us are good for her and I accepted that. Even though I want her to be mine so bad I know I can't be selfish. I had to let her go. The only issue is she's in love with you and you keep hurting her! Look at you! You're a mess! Never bring your girl into issues like this! Her comforting in you is nothing close to our father! If you want to see dad that's fine. Just don't die. That would break Zara's heart more than it already is." Dylan said beginning to lower his voice.

Max looked down for a moment and seemed to take Dylan's words into consideration. He looked sad and vulnerable for a second before the alcohol took over again. Now he was mad. "She doesn't matter anymore! She's leaving anyway! I can't open my heart up to someone who's going to leave! She's not meant for me! I'll end up hurting her again. She pissed me off today you know. Talking about 'oh I'm going back to America after I get my degree'" Max said in a mocking tone. "That doesn't even make sense! She doesn't make sense! There's probably someone better out there for her anyways. Not really my type either. A little boring and too much attitude."

This was when I had had it. When he said this anger coursed through my veins like never before. Was he just playing me? Was I game to him? It was 4 am but I had energy like never before. I stormed out from behind the railing and planted myself in front of Max. Shock overcame both of their faces. My face was covered in tears of fury. "'Boring' huh? Yeah completely." I rolled my eyes. "You have been the worst person I have ever met in my WHOLE entire life! You switch up on me every two seconds, you talk behind my back, then you come to me acting like you care! Please! I'm so so so sick and tired of it! I've probably said this a million times but I mean it more than I ever have! I am DONE with you Max Payne. I'll even write it on paper for you! I'd rather be homeless than ever come here again. Maybe go see a doctor for all your problems. I might consider coming back for the hundredth time if you can control yourself. I doubt that's possible though. Maybe go back to Scarlett like you always do. Obviously, she's not as 'boring' as me. She's lucky. You don't switch up on her like you do on me. The frustration you have caused me is IMMENSE. Absolutely insane! So bye now. Go call fucking Scarlett your "Tsunami" and stay the fuck out of my life."

I stormed out and pushed a glass vase off the table causing a mess. Max and Dylan both stood there paralyzed.

Did I know my next move? No. Did I know where I was going to go? No. The Walsh house wasn't an option. I couldn't be left alone. Did I know what I had just caused? Yes. I had just caused problems. But "Not my problems" I whispered while walking down the sidewalk at night with a smile.