Moments in Time

miserable man

"Yaman!"

His brother doesn't stop, doesn't even acknowledge him, and Ateş' patience runs dry. In three quick strides, he crosses the distance between them and grabs Yaman by the collar of his shirt. He lets out a choking sound that's cut off by the way he clamps his mouth shut.

Ateş crowds him against the wall, struggling to keep his composure. "You're coming with me," he tells him through gritted teeth.

"Go to-"

He advances on him, shoves his fist against his chest. He can feel his anger rising, and he hates it, but Yaman's actions are as frustrating as they are disrespectful, and he knows there's nothing Ateş hates more than disrespect.

"You are coming with me. It's up to you if we go quietly, or if I have to drag you out of here kicking and screaming."

There's a flicker of unease in Yaman's gaze, but it's there and gone in an instant. But he follows Ateş to the car and gets in wordlessly.

"Talk."

Yaman shrugs and doesn't say a thing, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt.

"Yaman," Ateş barks out, impatient and just a second away from letting his fists do the talking. "I said talk."

"You're the one who brought me here against my will. Why don't you talk?"

Ateş takes a deep breath. "Fine. What did I do to you, huh? What did I do that is so damn unforgivable that you would treat me like this, that you won't even look at me?"

Yaman rolls his eyes, "god, you are so- this isn't about you, Ateş. This may come as a shock, but the world doesn't revolve around you."

Ateş pushes his hands into his hair, turns away from his brother so he doesn't see the hurt in his eyes. "Okay. Let's assume for a second this isn't about me," he starts, trying to keep his voice from breaking, "why are you acting like this then?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

His shoulders slump. Ateş looks at Yaman, trying to find anything of the boy he remembers; the boy who'd looked at him with admiration, the boy who'd looked up to him. "Where did I go wrong?"

"When you came back," he tells him coldly, and the words are like a shot to the heart.

Ateş reels back, as if struck. It hurts, it hurts like hell. "Okay. Okay, so you didn't want me to come back, I- what about Feraye? Yesterday- Yaman, what you did was unforgivable. You attacked my wife."

Yaman goes crazy at the words. He lunges at him, his chair toppling backwards. "Stop saying that," he screams in his face, pushing him against the wall.

Ateş quickly dislodges himself from his grip and shoves him backwards. "Feraye is my wife," he tells him slowly, voice low and dangerous, and Yaman shoves at him, eyes glinting with the hatred that burns in them.

Ateş freezes, head cocked to the side as he observes his brother. There's a horrifying realization creeping up on him, but he pushes the thought away, because it's just not possible. Still, he asks, "who is she to you?"

Yaman laughs loudly, "she's no one." He pushes past him, but Ateş doesn't let him go far, grabbing his arm and pulling him back until they're standing face to face. His brother wrenches his arm free and stares at him coldly. "You're lying to me," he says, horrified, "aren't you?"

"Fuck off, Ateş."

"Ateş! Yaman!" Okan comes bursting in, his whole body shaking as he grips his phone tightly in his hand. Hazal is close behind him, to Ateş' surprise.