Jax [uncomplete/not finishing]

Eight

Eli's POV:

My brother was a complete obvious idiot. and a manwhore but that's for another time.

He just walks out of his bedroom wearing nothing but grey sweats. His hair was a mess and he had marks all over his neck. I scoff while walking out of the hallway and down the stairs.

He can, by all means, have girls around but he should at least have the decency to keep it down.. and put on a shirt.

I don't need to look at all that.

I mouth to Lyla that Jax is behind me, her eyes widen but before she could get out from her chair Jax steps in front of me.

"Lyla," Jax says out of nowhere while looking through the fridge. I mouth to her not to say anything back, clearly she can't see he is getting two water bottles and the state he is in.

Maybe she is a virgin...

That's a silly thought.

"When I speak to you, I expect you to talk back, Lyla."

"I don't have to speak to you, Jax. If you want someone to talk to, go talk to the blonde you have waiting in your room," She snaps.

Oooohhh................... burnnnn.

She really is my favourite. I wonder if we have popcorn. I wanna sit back and watch this.

I mentally high-five her. I don't think anyone has ever spoken to my brother that way before. It's actually kind of hilarious.

"I don't know who you're talking to like that but don't forget who's house your under." Jax snaps back. His words were like venom. I could tell by the way Lyla had tears threatening to fall he was scaring her. And that's where I step in.

No one talks to my giggles like that.

"That's enough, Jax. This isn't your house, it's dad's. Just because dad isn't here doesn't give you rights to act like its yours. Go back upstairs to that whore and stop scaring Lyla or so help me god."  The tone in my voice was surprising to everyone in the room.

I swear I seen a hint of guilt flash through Jax's eyes at the mention of scaring Lyla. It kind of made me happy knowing he isn't fully brain dead.

Who am I kidding? He is totally brain dead.

Growing up it was always about Jax. Jax this, Jax that, never about me. No matter how many awards I won, how many A's I received, everything went to Jax. And as time went on I grew used to it. The second hands, the second hand attention. But when Jax became heir my father no longer really interacted with Jax, probably something along the line with him using the title as a pick me up.

"It's fine, Eli. I'm just gonna go to my room," Lyla mutters before taking off. I seen Jax's mouth open then close again. I couldn't have been happier.

With a disappointing shake of my head, I walked out of the kitchen.

Fucking jerk face.