Love Syndrome - Rewritten

31

Brick's P.O.V

"Brick, open the door." 

The knocks are louder this time, yet the voice is calm and almost smug sounding. 

What is he doing here!

I breathe in and out deeply a few times. I can't open this door though. If I do, I'm afraid I might go to jail for murder. 

Who does he think he is! Showing up at my house after everything he has done!

"Brick, come on! Don't be fucking childish and at least talk to me. It's been two years for god's sake." The voice is irritated now but at least he stopped knocking. 

"What do you want." I grit out, refusing to go any closer to the door. 

"Just hear me out...please?" 

What do I do?!

I grab my hair in frustration. 

"Leave. Me. Alone. It's been two years so take a hint!" I yell back. 

"Please, Brick? Even my mum misses you...I miss you. Please?" The voice replies gently. 

I gulp. No. No! I can't give in...right? 

But it was years ago...and we were young...right?

Don't do it Brick. 

I guess a short chat won't kill me...right?

Sighing I take one step towards the door, then another, and another. 

"You get two minutes." I say through clenched teeth as I swing the door open. 

There he is. 

My former best friend.

"What do you want, Mac? Hurry up, the clock is ticking."

He just smiles up at me and I swear I could see some water in his eyes.

God, I could kill him...but why do I feel like hugging him?

He takes a few steps and next thing I know he has his arms wrapped around me and mine are wrapped around him. 

"I'm so sorry Brick! Please forgive me? I'm sorry!" He repeats desperately, burying his face in my neck. 

I shakily pull him off me. 

"You're sorry means nothing, you're a shitty person who I don't ever want to see again. So say your peace and leave." I glare down at him and his perfect, soft, brown hair and his gentle-looking, deep brown eyes. 

The same brown hair that Meen probably ran her fingers through. Those same eyes that Meen would have lovingly looked into. 

Except he has changed a bit. I think he has bulked out more and his face is more square...his hair a bit longer now then it used to be. And I think I spot an earing while he talks. 

"I never liked Meen, Brick! I broke up with her soon after she broke up with you! I swear! I-I just-can I explain?" I rushes out. 

I blink at him. 

"What?" 

"You WHAT?"

"What do you mean you never liked her! You stole my fucking girlfriend!" I scream at him.

"I didn't want to be with her...I just didn't want her to be with you." He says quietly, looking into my eyes as if begging for understanding. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Why didn't you want me to be with her? Why hurt her and me?" I clench my fists, digging my nails into my hands. 

I don't want to start a physical fight in the hallway and risk getting kicked out of my apartment, so I try my best to stay calm. 

"You were both talking about getting married and having kids and what type of house you would live in! You had your whole future planned out together, and I hated it!" He's angry now too, for some reason. 

"WHY?!" God, I feel like I could punch him right now. 

"Because I love you, Brick!" He shouts. 

I pause. 

I take a step back. 

Then another and another. 

I just stare at him, confused. 

"What?" I laugh dryly. 

"You-You what?" 

"I've always loved you, only you. I swear on my life! That's why I broke you two up." He steps closer to me. 

He cups my face in his hands, taking advantage of my shock, he pushes me against the wall and kisses me. 

I want to push him off me. I-I hate this so much. He has hurt me the most. Because after so many years of not trusting people, he was the first person I had let my walls down for...and he hurt me. He betrayed me. I thought he even used me to get to Meen...used me just like everyone else in the past before that had. 

I feel a tear slip down my face as he is pushed off me. 

Through my blurry eyes I see Mac on the ground with someone massive over him, punching repeatedly. 

That someone is Day!

I run over to them and hug Day from behind. 

"Stop!" I shout. I don't want to cause too much of a scene and the door is still open!

"Please, P'Day!"

He stops. 

And for a second, the only sound is of the three of us panting. 

"Mac...leave." I say coldly, staring daggers at him, after my eyes clear. 

He gets to his feet, holding the wall for support. 

Day is still standing in the same spot where I hugged him while I now am next to him. I can see Day's face which is void of emotion, his body still to the point I might think he was dead had he been lying on the ground. 

This is scarier than when he yells. 

"Why? Who is this? You're bodyguard?" Mac laughs, sizing Day up. 

Mac may be small but I've seen him take on guys twice his size and win, so my nervous begin to rise again.  

"No, my boyfriend! So fucking leave right now before I hit you too." I spit out. 

His eyes widen in shock...before he smirks.

"At least you're into more dominant men now, means I have a chance." He chuckles and with that, he steps outside of my room. 

Just before closing the door, he speaks in a low, cold, arrogant tone, "You", he points at Day, "will pay for that. And you," his smile sends shivers down my spine, "I will see soon." 

//I'm back with another one! Thanks to whoever is still around to read lol and I hoped you liked this. Also I think I like this schedule more, publishing a chapter around once a month, give or take. I might upload more sometimes and less others so be prepared for an inconsistent year lol. Love you all and hope you had a great Christmas and New Year.//