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Fourteen
We buried Ruby a few hours ago, in a grave a few miles from the hotel.
Back in the hotel, my appetite was completely gone- I laid out on my stomach, head resting on my hands.
'Dexter...' I said quietly. 'Look, I'm sorry man, about Ruby...'
'No.' His voice was cracked and hard. 'I-it's not your fault. And knowing you, you must've been right- Ruby was gone a long time ago. But losing her again...it's just hard, you know?' He sighed.
'No, I don't.' I said softly. 'Sorry. I can't begin to imagine what you're going through, but...I'm here for you, if you need anything- but I'm not going into that touchey-feely thing, no more than I am now.' I sighed. 'Sorry. I'm trying-'
'I get it.' His voice cracked again, and he rolled onto his side with his back to me. 'I'll talk to you in the morning, okay?'
'Yeah.' I sighed, sitting up. 'Tomorrow everything will be better, OK? I promise.'
He nodded, but I knew he didn't care- no matter when I said that, no matter age we were, I could never keep my promise. There'd always be something worse coming around the next day- and there was nothing I could do about it.
There's a lot of gaps in here- sorry. I'm not very good at this kind of thing.
The next morning when I woke up Dexter was already awake, sitting by his laptop and playing solitaire.
'Morning, Dexter.' I said.
He nodded, not speaking.
'Uh, I was thinking today we could try and go after dad again- I think I might have an idea of where he might be.'
He shrugged, and I sighed. 'Hey, I tried, and I'm sorry about what happened. But you have to move on.'
'After a day?' He yelled, facing me, his face red. 'No-one can move on that fast! It's impossible- but obviously not for you, because you've never felt anything for anyone but yourself. Why am I even here? Since I came with you, I've watched Ruby die again, AT YOUR HAND. I swear, you ARE bad luck, Bellatrix.'
'What?' I laughed incredulously. 'You agreed with me, you said so yourself, it WASN'T my fault! And God knows what she was going to do to you, and it wasn't her anyway! It was that creepy demon kid Gloria! Ruby had been dead for months now- we just didn't know. And yeah, maybe I am bad luck, but that didn't mean squat when we were little, why the hell would it matter now?'
'Do you practice those little speeches every night before you go to bed?' He spat spitefully.
'Yeah, so what? I tried to help you as much as I physically could. I'm not trying to be heartless, but to make it in this world, you have to swallow down your oestrogen and get on with life, otherwise they get you, and they hit you hard.' I said, trying not to get pissed.
Dexter shook his head. 'I never said I wanted this life.'
I clenched my jaw. 'Whether you like it or not you KNOW you'll always be dragged back, kicking and screaming or no.'
'And then what? I go on a stupid road trip with you, hunting down demons and monsters and whatever until we find dad?'
'And wait for the RoadHouse to clear out so I can go back to mum, yeah. What's so wrong with that?' I asked.
'What isn't wrong with it?' He cried.
'Uh...everything! We're protecting people, and you're here with me...so I can keep an eye on you.'
'What do you mean?' He asked.
'Just to make sure you're safe. Supernatural creatures may be unable to hurt you, but that doesn't mean your safe from the mortals.' I said.
Dexter looked down. 'And your four months.'
I sighed. 'Yeah. Is it so bad I wanted to spend my last few months with my only brother, doing the thing I love?'
He shook his head. 'No.'
I stood up and whacked his head softly. 'Then get over yourself and let's go get something to eat. I want something more greasy than fatty today.'
'That's still disgusting.' He muttered, following me out.
My reply was cut short as a bloodied scream echoed around the hotel, then splitting silence. I sighed. 'Why is that beginning to sound more and more like my theme song?'
