Carry that weight (Fruk)

5

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck!

"I'm good! No worries! Goodbye!" I spoke. I pulled Antonio with me, and he looked shocked. I could see Lucile staring at me from the top of the stairs. She had a scared expression. She looked horrified at what I had seen, and I'm sure the thought of me telling someone, scared her more.

I pulled Antonio out the door, leaving my family dumbfounded. "Hey, what's wrong?" Antonio asked. I was pulling him to the car, and he was trying not to stumble the closer we were. "We have to go now, I'll explain in the car," I spoke. He nodded at what I said, and I turned on my car, unlocking the doors. I got in quickly and locked the doors immediately once he got in.

"What's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"I saw..."

I clutched my hands on the wheel, and he stared at me, worried. "What?" He asked. He looked at me as if I were freaking him out. All I could do was start the car before my family thought of coming after me. "I saw my brother and Lucile together...I am pretty sure they were about to get down..."

"Get down? Like, break dancing?"

"Ugh! No! Like sex!"

"Oh, that makes a lot more sense...because where would they get a disco ball..."

"ANTONIO!"

"What? I'm only trying to lighten the mood; your aura is freaking me out!"

I began driving, giving him a side-eye. "I know...but this is serious... Francis and Alistair are married! Why? Why would he cheat on Francis?!"

"Wow, I showed up just in time for the family drama!"

"ANTONIO!"

"Oh, I know this is serious, but come on...maybe this will scare them into stopping. And if not...then maybe..."

He mumbled the last part, and I looked at him, confused. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked. I looked at him, confused, as I continued to drive, and he only smirked. "You know...go to Francis...be the shoulder for him to cry on!"

"What? I am not going to sleep with my brother's husband!"

"Whoa! I didn't say anything about sleeping. Honestly, now I know your mind is so dirty. I only mean that you could be there for him, and maybe he will realize how much he loves you..."

"Yeah, that won't happen. I would never do that to my brother!"

Honestly, I don't know what to do with my current information. I feel like I should stay out of this. It isn't my business to judge their relationship. Even if they were all judging my dating life. This was a completely different situation.

"Come on, be for real," I spoke. He shrugged his shoulders, leaning back. "I am, and honestly, I wouldn't freak out so much. It's either you say something or don't. However, it's Francis. Even if you say something out of morality, it doesn't mean you are trying to ruin their relationship because you love him. I think that loving him helps. A friend wouldn't let their friend go through that, so I think you should say something. Then again, I don't know your family, so I'm unsure how the dynamic works."

He was right.

I was a good friend to Francis, I should tell him.

All my feelings aside, he had the right to know.

"Or ignore it. Who knows, maybe it will blow over by tomorrow."

He was right. My brother knows I cannot get into other people's business. He might assume that I won't say anything at all. That might be good because I'd rather avoid conflict, especially with family. That was the messy stuff. "You're right. I will forget about it. Maybe they will have been scared enough to stop," I spoke. It might be a bit awkward the next family get-together, but I'm sure it will all blow over, and this will be a terrible dream.

~One dreadful day later~

KNOCK KNOCK

"COMING!"

I rushed to the door after hearing the knock. I wasn't expecting any guests today, especially on my day off work. It was the one day I asked everyone not to bother me. The knocking continued as I rushed toward it, and it was aggravating.

"I'M COMING!"

I opened the door and saw my brother standing there. It made me want to piss myself. "What are you doing here?" I spoke, a bit distressed. "We need to talk about what you saw," he began. I shook my head at him, holding the door tightly. "No, I'm good; it's none of my business! You can figure it out."

"Oh, don't be that way; I can tell it's bothering you. Let me in so we can talk about it!" He demanded. I was about to close the door on him, but he stopped it with his foot. He pushed his way through, and I could only stare in disbelief. He was aggravating.

Everyone in my family would drive me to suicide eventually.

"What do you want?"

"I want to talk, please...just hear what I have to say, and maybe it will influence your next thought or move," he spoke. I think it would be hard to justify cheating. I wonder what kind of excuse he will pull out of his arse.

"Fine, you have five minutes to explain yourself," I said. He was still going to plead his case, despite me saying I could forget I saw anything that happened. Or maybe it was a one-time thing that suddenly happened, like a realization of feelings. Everyone but them knew she loved him, so perhaps she finally confessed. But if they were together, that means he has undeniable feelings for her. Why be with Francis if that were the case?

Damn...I can't tell if that's a good enough reason to justify cheating. "Thank you, I really appreciate it," he smiled. I began closing the door behind me as he made himself comfortable. Deep down, I knew it would be wrong for me to keep this a secret. I loved Francis so much, and I knew this would destroy him. Francis has loved my brother for a long time. I knew the terrible outcome, but I wasn't looking forward to it. It only made me feel cornered and stressed. I didn't like knowing such kind of information.