my brother's best friend

chapter xx

“you're acting like a child”
through elise hampton

my finger ran through the corners of my lips, correcting the deep red lipstick. i glanced at my reflection, posing sexily as i apreciated how my dress suited my body. it was open just below my chest, my boobs weren't that big so they didn't stick out that much.

i ran a hand through my hair, correcting the ribbon on the messy knots. just as i finished spraying perfume on my wrists, the door opened revealing the person i most hated right now – my brother, christopher.

"please leave" my strict voice spoke.

"so, did you already chose where you will go?"

i mumbled "i'm going to the club" as i ignored his vicious smile.

i took my keys and put them on my little handbag, along with my key cell phone. let's party. i hoped deep in my heart christopher was lying but i knew he wasn't.

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"you slept with me just to make chris mad?" he shouted over the booming sound of the club, the sweaty bodies around me grinded against each other, making what seemed a huge orgy of very-little-clothed people. devyn seemed to be the only figure still in the lively crowd, i made part of it as I swayed side to side.

my black glittery dress shone as the lights illuminated it, his eyes appeared to ignore my effort on the clothing I so pricey paid for. i would roll my eyes at that if they weren't closed, causing the emotions and the tingly feeling of the music on my body to improve so much damn better.

i felt his steps as he got closer, my eyelids briefly opened as i took in his appearance. he looked handsome of course, just some simple jeans and a white t-shirt. his curly hair as messy as ever. he looked like devyn. and that was clearly a good thing.

i turned around and continued my movements. a very firm hand grabbed my arm, i took it and circulated my waist with it. i looked over my shoulder with soft satin eyes, connecting my gaze with his. he seemed to comply with my silent request. we swayed together, my head on his chest. i was certainly wasted and i was aware of that, devyn appeared to be too. maybe that was why he wasn't fighting with me already.

he waited for the song to finish before taking me outside, tricking me as his hand played with the fabric on my waist.

once the cold air hit us, he stopped in front of me. after our pause, i felt my feet killing me. i bent my knee to take off my black high heels as i asked "what?"

he questioned once again "you slept with me just to make chris mad?" his hand was clenched and this time his eyes seemed watery and not completely possessed by his anger like before.

i looked around the street for the car he came. i saw his mercedes, i had seen it outside of his home the other day, and started walking towards it, my response was a very clear "yes" as i hugged myself on the cold of the night.

i knew i was acting unpleseantly to say the least but the thought did seem a very cleaver one when i imagined my brother's infurieted face a few months ago.

we walked in silence before getting in the car, he started the engine but his mind looked somewhere else.

he looked at me one time only, his eyes turning cold as i felt the glare he was giving me. i deserved that. i had prepared myself mentally for this moment, yet it was weightning on me.

during our silent ride, it started raining. the drops filled the glass in front of us. i blurted out feeling the water drops calm me "i started to like you afterwards though, it felt strange" he looked at his front with hooded eyes.

i continued, letting my drunk mind tell all the feelings i kept inside. i turned my head towards him saying the sentence i thought i would never let get out of my mouth "i might love you, you know?" his fist collided with the steering wheel suddenly as we halted to a stop.

"you can't just say that elise"

i looked at my window, responding loudly "i meant it" he punched the wheel again, this time harder as the loud sound of the horn ran the deserted street.

he got out of the car, his hand hitting the hood out of anger. i opened the door too, walking on the cold pavement to reach him. i crossed my arms, leaning against the car as he said "why do you have to make this so difficult? do you even think about other people except for you? did you even thought that maybe you shouldn't sleep with someone and make them believe something just because of a stupid fucking revenge? tell me elise! do you?!" his arms flew in anger, his chest rising and falling as he suported his elbows on the hood of the car, running his hand through his locks in stress.

i tried to reach him, my hand finding his shoulder. i opened my mouth to respond but his mumble stopped me "you're acting like a child". my heart broke at that very moment, a child?

my hands left the heat of his body as if they were touching fire. they fell livelessly and i fisted them.

i looked at the floor, my brown eyes watering. i murmured "i'm sorry" he didn't respond so i got closer, my hand touched his. the side affects of the alcohol in me started to surface, my mind feeling guilty as the tears build up.

"i don't think we can continue this between us"

my throat tightened, my fingers softly grabbed his hand as i searched some comfort "devyn please don't say that"

a sob escaped me. the tears already brimming down my face, my makeup falling apart. he entered the car, i stood there, looking to the sky, hoping my eyes would stop crying.

this was it, all because of my immature self. he hates me. my eyes watered at the thought. why do I have to be so stupid? he liked me, i loved him. i love him.

i entered after a long time, the air was tense and my eyes decided to start the drama again, he didn't say anything but he did hear my muffled sounds and my hands as they frantically wiped my skin.

a while later, we finally got to my parents' house.

just as i was about to open the old door, devyn's voice spoke "would you tell me if i didn't know already? be honest" i gripped the fabric of my shoes tighter and he noticed it. how could i lie to him while he looks at me like that?

"no" of course i wouldn't, i knew how he would react. we were very happy and my heart would want it that way every time, even if that meant keeping secrets. maybe that is why almost everybody hates me, well now it is everybody. i didn't glance at him, i didn't want to see his fury. i mumbled a few minutes later "can you please just give me a second chance?".

"get out" he said sternly, looking ahead.

my heart broke at that sentence, i said my final words as tears streamed down my cheeks "i love you devyn, i hope you don't hate me that much" i shallowed with difficulty "tell christopher that our fight is over for me please".

just as i was getting out, he spoke "the ring, give it to me" i muffled a gasp of pain and took it out of my finger, my hands trembled slightly. i got out.

he went away as rapidly as he could and the sadness took over once i looked at the empty place on my finger. it's over.

as i pushed the door open with my key, i thought something i wouldn't normally. i hope he finds happiness.

and screw chris. this one was more common obviously.