|2nd Book in The Devil May Care Series|
They're more alike than they think.
At war with himself, Loki struggles to get his life on track. He struggles with manic depression-in other words, bipolar. He feels alone, trapped in his own mind as he refus...
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It had been a couple of weeks since Eris had her heart attack, she was doing a lot better but she still stuggled to sleep. She had been opening up more, sometimes we would go for a walk to get away from everyone or go out to eat so that she had something in her system. She had been going to see her mother and brother alot lately, just to talk and it made the weight on my shoulders disappear because everytime she came back, her burdens seemed to be gone.
She smiled more, she even started dressing up like she used too. The only thing that really holds her back is her night terrors, her doctor said it was because she was suffering from PTSD. They suggested she see a therapist and as much as I fucking hated it, I encouraged it because I wanted her to get all the help she can.
"Lucas." I call out, my hand resting on the handle of his door. I had been trying to fix my relationship my brother since the incident but he's refused to talk to me. He won't even stay in the same room as me, not that I blame him but I miss my brother.
"Lucas, please." I rest my forehead against the door. "I'm sorry, Mano." My eyes close as I remember all the hurtful things I said to him when he tried to help me. "I don't hate you. I should've never said that to you." I murmur, angry with myself. "I love you with my whole heart. You're my brother, I'd give my life for you." I sigh, "I know i've been a shitty person and that day, I just felt like I was losing myself. When I said those words to you, I was really talking to myself more than I was you."
I hear the door unlock so I push myself off the door before waiting. When he opens the door, his face is blank with eyes that bore into me. My fists curl up with the urge to hug him when I notice how different he looks, so hollow, I can barely even recognize him. "Hey." I murmur, moving to touch him but he flinches away and my heart stops dead in my chest.
His jaw clenches, "Fuck you."
I swallow thickly at the sudden ache in my chest, "Lucas." I try but stop when he shakes his.
"I've tried to forgive you Loki. I've tried to get over what you said to me but I can't. I begged you to stop and you looked me in my eyes and told me you fucking hate me." Lucas sneers, anger and resentment loud in his voice. "Well, guess what? So do I."
"Don't say that." I snap, but it comes out weak.
His eyes burn with unshed tears, "Leave me the hell alone. You understand? I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to be around you and I sure as fuck don't want to look at you." And then he slams the door in my face.
My shoulders drop in defeat at his rejection, "I'm sorry, Lucas." I mumble quietly but loud enough for him to hear before deciding to walking away.
I sigh on the way downstairs before pulling out a cigarette only for it to be snatched out of my mouth near the bottom of the steps and before I even have a chance to complain, the softest pair of lips meet mine and I relax. Eris. When she pulls back, her eyes meet mine with an anxious expression, "Will you help me with something?" She murmurs, quietly.
