A Moment With You.

6

Knowing I couldn't hold it in anymore as the event kept going on, I grabbed onto Sarah's arm forcefully and pulled her over as I looked at her eyes that seemed something akin to fury.

"What in the hell are you doing here? Tell me. First you appear to find me the night prior. Now you're here, in my face, with your husband nonetheless. Is it your damn will to make me remember I have a family that I abandoned or something?!" The quiet pleasantness of the ordained event seemed to dispense itself as it grew more horrid, violent, and ultimately ... Personal.

"You're my brother! For God's sake, get a grip Howard. Yes of course I'll go searching for my brother when you've been gone for six to seven years, damnit! Yes I'm here to make you remember, because you damn well deserve it!" Sarah pointed at me with the same anger that I too, resembled. We both took that from our father. Our mother was calm, gentle, and oriented. But we were no different from our father -- quite the opposite -- we were just like him; angry beasts filled with uncertain chaos.

"And then what, huh? You'll make me regret something so that I'll come back to that bastard? All that god forsaken, good-for-nothing, beat-it father has done is bring us half across the damn country, lose all his money, not even be there during the last moment that mom had her last breath in!" I wasn't having it. I didn't want to, I wouldn't. He didn't deserve it,. Not any form of kindness, or anything at all. He deserved hell, fury, pain. The only man that I've ever wanted to willfully kill, was him.

"Go to hell, Sarah." I dismissed her but even that wouldn't work. She had made it all the way to Monaco, following my trail ever since I had left.

"You don't get to just walk away from us like that, brother. You can tell me to go to hell as much as you want -- but in the end -- I am your damn sister, Howard. Your family, you ... Ugh! Why can't you just do one right thing? Why can't you understand that I have been desperately looking for my brother for years! The brother who ABANDONED ME!" Sarah gripped onto my hand as the yelling was heard from our corner as everyone looked towards us.

"What the hell is going on here?" Harrington came in as he looked at us both.

"You think it's easy? You think it has been a paradise?! I killed someone! I went through war and YOU WEREN'T THERE!" I slammed my hand onto the wall in loud, tumultuous manner. Anger had seethed into me, it had made a seed, a bed of several knives that were pointed towards Sarah.

"So don't you dare talk to me like I had it easy just because I abandoned you and our good-for-nothing father. He damn well deserved it and you know it." My eyes gazed towards Harrington.

"You knew she was coming. You knew she was coming here, didn't you?"

"Easy there, Howard. I'm not your enemy. But you two need to calm down." Harrington put some distance between us as Elisabeth came in together with Sarah's husband and everyone else, away from the gallery.

"Honey ..." Elisabeth sighed as she looked at me.

"Look, I don't hate you, okay? I don't hate you, Sarah. You're my sister, my family. The only I've got. But I couldn't just be there and take it every single day. The only way for me to make a life, to make enough to give you a good life once I felt okay enough to return, was to get out there and make something of myself. Was I wrong? Yes. Maybe I was. But I did what I could. And there is not a single soul out there that can tell you otherwise," I stated strongly as I looked towards Elisabeth and just sighed as she came close and looked at both me and Sarah.

"Then why did you abandon me? Why did you just walk out on your younger sister who needed you the most? What did I do to you?! Tell me! What the hell did I do to deserve a brother who abandoned me!" Sarah gripped me tightly, the anger rushed through her as she shoved me to the wall with every bit of her strength.