The Beautiful and Divine

Chapter Five: New Year's Day

I fling myself off Marcel letting him get up one thing is for sure even if he was drunk he isn't now. I sit at the foot of the bed crossing my legs, and folding my arms. I hear the poor youngest twin trying to steadily lean up against the headboard. He rubs his tired eyes under his thick black square glasses keeping to the nerd stereotype. I watch Marce guilty eyes look up to his older brother it's not like we did anything!

Even though Harry won't care if we really did or not, it's still blackmail to him.

The quiff genie stands in front of me and Marcel. "Name the one condition." I huff narrowing my eyes towards him.

"It's not much really, just a simple ask and answer question." Harold reassures us, "Marce you are coming home with me, and Jade who was the monster in black makeup and white clothes?" he snarls to me.

"What is it to you?" I snap, "I'm just asking a question and I didn't take a picture of you to. I think you owe me at least a name." Harry insists.

"His name is Andrew. That is all you get, that kid has enough problems without you being one of them." I'm not going to reveal his full identity, how Marcels older brother is acting towards him is hostile.

"I wasn't going to hurt him, I just want talk to him." The older twin promises, "No, you can tell everyone about me and Marcel. You're just mad he can get some and you can't." I stand up storming out of the room.

I march through the crowded house getting to the open door, freedom finally. My legs carry me out the door and to my dad's car without fail. I take the keys out of my pocket unlocking the car and jumping in, I hear tapping on the car window, it's Harry. I roll my eyes locking the doors and starting up the car. A part of me wants to hear what he has to say, but another part of me doesn't care.

I sigh heavily looking back at Marcel's big brother I crack the window an inch.

"What." I growl, "I'm sorry for what I said about Andrew. It's just I don't trust him at all." what how does Harry know Andy?

I didn't tell Harold anything but his first name, how does he not trust someone he doesn't even know?

"How do you know you don't trust him if you haven't met the kid?" I question, "I know his family, they are nothing but pure evil." Harry says all so positively.

"Andrew isn't evil, I may not know him that well but I do know he is good." I defend Andy he is just a kid, "Maybe so, but wait till you meet his three other brothers." Hazza legitimately claims.

I close the window quickly, why didn't Andy tell me about his three brothers? I will have to find out where he lives so I can talk to him about his elder twin Ezekiel and how I met him in a nightmare. Maybe Andrew can shed light on the matter of his "evil" sibling, I press down on the gas setting my dad's car free. I drive off leaving Harry on the dark street to ponder on what he said about Andrew's brothers. Arriving back at home I park the car back where my father had it before I exit the ebony vehicle.

My feet land on the plain gray cement, oh I have to put the keys back into the holder I almost forgot. I lean back into the car, putting the keys into the cup holder. Perfect I stand outside the car slowly closing the door quietly then start the walk back to my room. Whimpering sounds come up from behind me I face the sound seeing Nag limping towards me. Running over to the edge of the garage I kneel down, opening my arms to him.