The girl next door, - ᴛ.ᴋᴀᴜʟɪᴛᴢ

Chapter thirty-six.

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"Brother?" Tom furrowed his eyebrows slightly, tilting his head. I was silent, lost in thought and biting at my knuckles to silence my murmurs of solution.

I hadn't talked to or seen Vince in years. Somehow, I just never called him.

"Call him," Tom breathed out, pulling off his shirt and sitting on my bed as he watched me quietly, waiting for any movement. But I was still considering.

I wasn't sure if I should or not.

Because Vince was next-level. Shaved head, tattoos, and scars all over him. Complete fucking asshole straight out of something like American History X. Except he's Mexican. Not Greek.

He has a separate father, who died after getting stabbed in the throat while trying to steal five pounds of meth from expert cartel runners. He died instantly.

I don't see why I have to call him, but him and Seb were best friends more than they were brothers. They did everything together before he split, got a girl pregnant, and joined the fucking army all at eighteen and under. Now he's 27.

I don't remember him well. I was incredibly young. But I know he's the perfect example of a psycho.

My eyes flickered to my phone as I went through my contacts and called Vince.

. . .

"Not interested, Juan." Vince's voice suddenly appeared, slight chatter in the background. "It's your sister, you stupid piece of shit," I furrowed my eyebrows. You could hear him sigh heavily before replying. "What do you want, Maise?"

My voice faltered slightly, and I swallowed hard before answering. "Can you come down to Germany? Please?"

"Germany?" He breathed out, whistling lowly. "That's pretty far. What for?"

"It happened. I didn't think it would, but it did." I muttered under my breath, rubbing the back of my neck and looking down. My eyes closed briefly for a minute, waiting until Vince finally murmured something.

"Sebastian? Maise, where is Sebastian."

"He's gone."

"It was a hit and run." I added, looking down and sobbing quietly. "I need you to come down to Germany, Vince. I can't be with dad alone - I don't know what to do."

"I'll be there in a few days." Vince replied blankly before he hung up. I tossed my phone onto my bed and paced, my breathing ragged, and tears rolled down my face. "Fuck," I whispered, putting my head in my hands. "He'll fucking kill me!'

Tom looked down at me quietly, wrapping his arms around me. I was trembling, my fingers flexing and squeezing, and my eyes squeezing shut.

He's really gone this time. And no matter how many times I counted to 5, he still wasn't there to hold me. But Tom was. And he held me tight even when I hit him and cried my heart out. He stayed intact. Something I wished I could do.

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I made sure to keep intact while she broke down. It hurt to see her like this, more than I could word