WARNING:This story does contain a lot of swearing. If you are offended by swearing, this is not the story for you.
I pushed myself away from the wall and grabbed my hair with my hands. Realizing what I had just been doing, I sprinted out the door. Shit. Shit. Shit. I quickly descended the stairs. The world blurred as I rushed out the hotel and into my car. I floored the accelerator and raced home. My mind raced as I thought of what had just happened. It was only then that I remembered I was extremely drunk.
I pulled the car over and started walking up the street. Staggered would be more like it. I ran my hands through my hair, a nervous habit. My brother would kill me if he found out that I had just been making out with his fiancé. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. I thought as my brother, Justin, started walking towards me.
“Austin!” He shouted when he saw me.
I turned and started staggering in the other direction. A strong hand grabbed my shoulder. Justin turned me around so that I was facing him.
“Why did you try to run?” Justin questioned.
“I doan know.” I mumbled.
“You’re drunk. Come on.”
Justin wrapped his arm around my shoulder and started walking up the street. I complained, but I walked with him anyway.
When we reached our house, Justin opened the door. I walked in and flopped on the couch. My head was already starting to throb. Justin sat down in the chair beside the couch. He stared at me.
“What’re you lookin at?” I grumbled.
“Why did you do it this time?” He asked.
“What you mean?”
“Why did you get drunk?”
“I can.”
“That’s not a reason.”
“Well I’m sorry Mr. Perfect. Some of us enjoy getting drunk.”
“You can’t run from your problems.”
“I’m not running from them. I’m slowly drinking them away.”
“Why are you always getting drunk?”
I stood up from the couch, a little too quickly I might add. My hands were balled into fist by my side. I was glaring at Justin.
“As if you don’t know!” I hissed.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied calmly.
“You slept with my fiancé, you fucking bastard!”
“That was two years ago, Aus.”
“It doesn’t change anything!”
“You left her. She didn’t leave you.”
“I left her because of you! You slept with her!”
“Did I seduce her?”
“Fuck yes!”
“You should ask her. I don’t believe I did.”
“You didn’t say no either you little shit!”
“I don’t understand why you’re so upset. She would have stayed with you.”
“I don’t know how you can be so fucking calm right now! At least I had the decency to walk away from Trina!”
“What?!”
Shit. I hadn’t planned on telling my brother that I had almost slept with his fiancé.
“Yes I was making out with your fiancé in a hotel room! Sound familiar?” I taunted.
“You fucking bastard!”
Justin launched himself off of the chair and tackled me. His fist collided with my face, effectively breaking my nose. I retaliated and dislocated his jaw. We rolled around on the floor beating the shit out of each other. Eventually we broke apart and stood up. Justin snapped his jaw back into place.
“Get. The hell. Out.” He spat.
“Fine.” I retorted.
I turned around and walked out the front door. My nose was paining me, so I started to walk in the direction of the hospital. The clack of high heels was making my head throb. A petite hand grabbed my shoulder. Perfume assailed my nostrils and I instantly cringed.
“Trina…” I whispered.
“Are you okay?” She questioned.
“I’m fine. He knows.”
“What?”
“Justin. He knows. He’s at the house.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. I gotta go.”
“Okay. Bye.”
I started walking again, leaving Katrina speechless. The sounds of her high heels faded into the distance as she walked towards the house. I knew that she and Justin would be arguing for a while. This would probably ruin their relationship, but I was too angry to care. My whole body was throbbing as I walked through the hospital doors.
