Verge of collapse

Chapter 4

Katherine 

I stand in front of Harvey's room as Chris walks downstairs. I don't know what I should say or how I should explain myself. I know that he doesn't consider himself as a Black but it doesn't change the fact that those are our parents' killers. I don't know how I went to such measures, but at the time it was the only thing that would've kept Logan away and I was scared of him more than death. It's very simple really... he's not worse than any other psychopath, at least he's not a killer, but I'm not scared of death or anything. So he became the only thing that I was scared of. Right now I have people, and lets just say only one person, who can protect me and I'm so grateful that he's so understanding and always by my side.

I knock on the door before entering the room. I can count the times I have been in this room. Harvey never lets anyone in and if he does then it's because mom asks him to. The room is the same size as mine, the walls are dark blue, navy color. He has a double bed with a black bedding by the door with two nightstands on each side of it. There is a balcony and a big window on the opposite wall with blue curtains. This room looks exactly opposite of mine, it's dark and it somehow describes the inner me. Maybe I don't know Harvey as well as I thought I knew.

He's sitting on the black office chair by his dark wooden desk with gaming monitors. "What do you want?" He asks a little harshly, but I hear exhaustion in his voice.

I sit on the edge of the bed as he glares at me. "I came to talk." I say.

"Okay..." He searches my face.

"I don't know how you feel about all of this, but I just wanted you to know that I'm sorry and that I never wanted to hurt you." He looks at me with disbelief. He probably wasn't expecting me to apologize or talk to him in a civilized manner. Christopher does really change me... "I just did the only thing that would've gotten him away from me." I defend myself.

He sighs in frustration and runs his hands over his face before looking at me, "I know that Katherine." He says, surprising me.

"And how do you feel about that?" I ask him carefully.

"I can't be angry at you for what you did because you had a reason for doing it." I look at him with wide eyes. Did Harvey just agree with me? "Don't forget that it was me who found you after you tried to kill yourself... and it was me who saw you running away from Logan... You might think that I don't care, but I do. When I saw you like that...'' He shivers and a deep scowl appears on his face. "You were breathing heavily and you had that face... I saw the terror in your eyes." He says, going down the memory lane.

"I feel like I've grown ten years older in these past few months." I tell him and he looks at me questioningly. "Only now I realize that our arguments were so stupid and pointless."

"It wasn't pointless. That's how you feel..."

"It's not how I feel now." I cut him off. "You're my brother Harvey. Nothing can change that. We share the same blood." I say and his scowl changes into a shocked expression. "I feel like I'm battling against the world and I'm so tired of it. I really want peace." I admit.

He stands up from the chair and darts his eyes to the floor, indicating for me to stand up next to him. As I do he pulls me into a hug and I can't believe that I haven't even touched him in years. This is my brother, my twin brother, that I've spent nine months in the same womb and I hated him for years, just because I was angry at the world. It feels so good. I feel like I'm hugging my real parents.

We both pull away and I sit back at the bed as he sits on the chair.

"Christopher is really helping you." He teases and I shoot him a glare. "Just saying." He smiles.