Into Insanity

Chapter 34: Heavy Weight

Songs for this chapter:

Rise Above This- Seether

Wash- Bon Iver

Fine Again- Seether

Once I officially finish this series, I will be going back and making more edits and adding more songs for each chapter. There are so many good ones and specific songs I have for past chapters that I want to include, in case of any rereads! Hope you all enjoy.

The fuck did he just call me? I step towards him, "What did you just fucking say?" I say and I see him clench his jaw.

"I said, you're not going back to the island, you chicken fuck. Just a fucking golden boy, with the golden life, now, huh?" He scoffs and rolls his eyes.

"I never said I was bailing on you, dipshit. Why would you think that?" I say and cross my arms.

"Because," he hiccups again, "Your fucking brother told me. Your real fuckin' brother. Him and you mama went to stay the night with that other fucker. The one that was shit for pay, you know, Buck took." He says and slides his feet across the floor. "Fuck them, right? Fuck me?" He says and chuckles.

"You better watch it, Vaas. I'm serious."

"Now he has a reason to live?" He claps his hands together, "Go on, tell me..." he says, and pulls out a cigarette.

"You already know..." I say and look away, "I figured you'd be happy." I look back at him and shift my weight. He brings the cigarette up his face, pulling out a lighter, "Don't light that in here, are you serious?" Vaas stares at me with dead eyes. He smiles and flips the lighter on. I step to him and take the cigarette out of his mouth and throw it to the ground. I, then, smack the lighter out of his hand.

"What the fuck," he says and grabs the neck of my shirt, fisting it, "You fucking do that again,"

"Or what? Go on." I say, "Go on, do it. You're so fucking bad. Go on, Vaas. I know you fucking want to." I say and I put my hands up in a placating gesture. His breathing gets heavy but he lets go. I straighten out my shirt, "She's pregnant. I can't let anything happen to her." I defend.

"How do you know something will? Hm?"

"Anything I touch, it gets damaged or killed, or whatever. This time I finally gave life. I can finally start over, for real this time. The rest doesn't matter."  Vaas bends down to get the lighter.

"You know what, Jason, you can put it how you want but you are a fucking pussy, just like your brother, Grant. You can't ever finish the job." He chuckles and that's it. I pull my fist back and punch him in the mouth. He stumbles back, covering his face with his hand and falls into the cabinet. He crashes and sits there for a second, his eyes coming back to life, like the realization of me punching him dawned upon him.

"You fucking take that back." I grit my teeth, "You will never fucking say that to me again, do you understand?" I say, my hands in fists. He grabs his mouth and wipes the blood from the cut I made. He looks at me, pissed. I stand my ground, "I told you once already, you will not come here piss poor drunk. Batari is pregnant and I'm going to protect her and my unborn child with everything in me. I get it, you're fucking alone but you had me and Carlos. Now you're going and fucking up. Life is hard but you had a choice like the rest of us and if you're gonna waste it, that's your own fucking problem. Figure your own shit out, I sure the hell am." I growl and turn around to walk away. I may have bad PTSD, but I'm managing. I hear him rummaging around and I stop to turn around, "Get the hell out of here." I say. He stands and grunts, shaking his head.

"You don't talk to me like that, I fucking made you!" I roll my eyes and start to walk away. I hear his footsteps but I ignore him, which was a bad decision. He grabs a handful of my hair and pushes me into the wall. I crash into a mirror and break it. Little glass pieces cut me and jab into my forearm. He grabs the neck of my shirt with his free hand and sling me over into the coffee table. I crash into it, getting the breath knocked out of me. He starts towards me again, "You wouldn't be here if it wasn't fucking for me, hermano!" He says and grabs me by my neck. He swings his hand back and slugs me across my face. I feel for anything, and grab the TV remote. I swing as hard as I can and whop him on the side of his face, breaking the plastic remote. He falls over and growls, holding his head.