*Jacks POV*
I turn to corner into the kitchen and sit down opposite him.
"mate, I've just seen you on the news. People are looking for you." I say, looking at the pathetic excuse for a man.
He lets out a grunt.
"do you not care? You could go back to prison. You could get me in trouble." I say, beginning to panick.
"it wont happen." He replies.
"how can you be so sure? It's happened before. You've been in trouble with the police hundreds of times."
"fucking hell jack, relax abit."
"how can I relax? You've... you've made me like you!" I shout across the table. "and I've always hated you. But I show a tiny bit of kindness to you and this is how you repay me? I don't want to be like you!"
"how have I made you like me?" he retorts, leaning back in his chair in a relaxed manor, as if I haven't been yelling at him.
"because before you got arrested, before you ran away from jail, before I let you stay with me, I was a kind person. I would never have punched Harrison in the face or sabotage Tom and Sara's relationship. I would never have got up Katy's hopes and I certainly would never have made every single person who I cared about deal with my shit."
"I thought you wanted to be with Sara?" he says, ignoring most of what I just said.
"yes, I do. I really do. But not this way. If she's happy, then I am, and she's not happy anymore. You should see her."
"I don't want to see her."he snaps.
"You know what? I want you to leave. I don't give a fuck about how much trouble you get in. You are disgusting. I could make a list of things you've fucked up in your life."
He's about to answer when I slam my fists down on the table. "don't argue. I don't want you here. You've raped someone... you raped her. How can you live with yourself?"
He moves quickly. I don't really see him get out of his chair, I just hear it. Before I know it, i'm pulled out of my chair by my collar and my back is slammed against the wall. He keeps his hand in a fist around my collar and his race is so close to mine that I can feel the heat from his breath.
"don't you dare." He snarls. "don't you dare speak to me like that."
"Tony. I want you to leave. Please, just don't hurt me. You can't, I mean, what would mum and dad say? What would the police do?"
"I don't give a fuck about what they say." He shouts, gripping my shirt tighter, forcing me to stand on my tiptoes.
"but you care, don't you? Because behind everything you're just a .... You're just a coward!" I shout, pushing out my fists so they hit him in the stomach. He lets go of my shirt and falls back against the chair.
While he's down, I quickly persue the phone.
"don't make me do it. Don't make me call the police on my own brother." I threaten.
He lets out a laugh. "You're bullshitting. I know you wouldn't."
"try me." I say, looking down to the phone. "either you leave or I call the police."
He slowly stands up, clutching his stomach. "fine. But if I leave, I never want to see you again."
I nod. "that's fine by me." I say in a monotone voice.
He moves towards the door, keeping his eyes on me the whole time. "I just hope you can deal with the guilt of rejecting your own brother from you're life."
"bye tony." I say, falling into the chair and closing my eyes. I hear him close the door and I let out a deep breath that I have been holding in ever since he arrived.
