The Other Half of Me

Chapter 11 ~ He Tried to Run Me Over

Kyran

Okay, so I may or may not be mad at Elliot—I am mad at him. The weird part about it is that I don't entirely know why. Well, I sort of do, but I don't know how that relates to my anger. Last week, I saw him walking with Julius, and they actually looked cordial. I've been trying to figure out if they're now friends or if they could potentially be dating. I don't think Elliot would date him after all that he did, but the possibility kept resurfacing in my head.

Maybe I'm taking my frustration out on the wrong person: Elliot. I could just be stressed about the fact that I haven't been home for almost two weeks. I haven't bothered to talk to my dad, and neither has Daria. I'm not sure if Mysha has been texting him. I'm surprised he hasn't tried getting her to come home.

After my morning class for college, Daria picked me up, and we drove back to the hotel. Today was no school, which was great because I could catch up with work I'm behind with and also just relax. When I was back in me and Mysha's room, I got on the bed, planning to take a nap before doing work. However, Mysha's voice made me open my eyes.

"Kyran?"

"What?"

"Do you want food?"

I sat up and looked over at her. I didn't even realize she had food on her bed. She had two bagels, two bowls of fruit, and two cups of orange juice.

"Um...sure."

I was going to get out of bed to grab it, but she beat me to it. She got out of bed and carried everything to me. I don't know how she didn't end up dropping anything. She put the cup of orange juice on the nightstand next to my bed and placed the plate and bowl next to me.

I won't lie, I was a bit skeptical as to why she was acting so nice. Did she poison the food? Is she just buttering me up to ask for a favor? It was Mysha, after all, so can you blame me for thinking she wants to kill me? We ate in silence. Well, not complete silence. A show in black and white was playing on the TV. I don't even know the name of it or what it was about, but it kept me somewhat engaged.

"How was your class?"

"Good."

"What was it again?" She asked before taking a bite into a strawberry.

"Computer programming."

"Sounds fun," she said sarcastically. "I still don't know what I want to do."

"Well, what are you interested in?"

"I really like fashion."

"So, maybe you could do fashion designing," I suggested. "You can list your interests on a paper and see if there are jobs that fit what you like."

"Thanks," she smiled. "I'll try that."

I guess all she wanted was advice. Maybe she'll go back to normal later, but it's nice to have her be kind towards me. I hate that I don't believe it's genuine. Does that make me a bad brother? Thinking about that reminded me of my dad's words: "You know what? Maybe I do hate you! Maybe if you weren't such a worthless piece of shit..." echoed in my head.

What snapped me out of it was a knock on the door. Mysha got up from the bed and went to open the door. Daria walked in, looking annoyed. Does that mean she spoke to dad?

"Your father wants us to come home," she said. "But if you guys don't want to..."

"Do you, Kyran?" Mysha asked, looking at me.

My heart started beating fast at the thought of going home. I started to fidget with the objects that hung from my lanyard. I didn't want to go home, but I thought that maybe if I said it was fine, Mysha would continue to be nice to me. I guess I really missed when we were close.