Brotherly Love: Chapter Two

Chapter 3: Baby shower

Coming home today was much harder than usual. Only because all I wanted to do was sleep.

It was much more than the lost files I considered memory, but it was the feeling of loneliness that continued to wash over me.

"Caleeb". I hear Grace voices calls to me as she sits on the couch next to me.

"Yes?". I answer giving her my full attention.

"There's someone I want you to meet". She gets up and opens the door.

A rather fine young woman walks into the room. She's wearing a black dress that compliments her curves perfectly. She was absolutely stunning , plush pink lips , with her hair dangling below her shoulders and her heels clicking against the wooden floors as she approaches me. She kind of reminds me of Hope in a way.

It was something different about her , I couldn't quite grasp it.

"My name is Gabriel , and you must be Caleeb". She greets me with an outstretched hand.

I quickly gather my thoughts. Gasping her hands with mine. They were so soft , like incredibly soft.

"Nice to meet you". I manage to choke out.

"Gabriel is your therapist, I know we talked about it and you said no but I think it's the best option". Grace explains to me."The dreams are getting more intense and I'm worried about you".

"Grace , I don't need a therapist".

"Yes you do Caleeb , everyone might be around you blocking and hiding what they see but I know what I see and it's not healthy anymore, it wasn't to begin with and you need the help , there's nothing more I can do but seek professional help and guidance". She says walking closer to me.

"Don't touch me , I'm not a child , nor am I some project, I told you I was fine , not mental not broken , but you know what you can actually do for me ? , mind your business and stay out of it". I snap at her .

I didn't know what made me more mad , the fact that she went behind my back and did something I told her I wasn't ready for , or the fact that she thought I would be fine with it .

This is absolutely, ridiculous.

"It became my problem when you wake me out of sleep from having a nightmare". She snaps back.

I could tell she was getting more heated by the minute. Hope was always the center starting point for all of our arguments.

"The fact that you would do this today, out of every day in the year , Hope's birthday Grace , how disrespectful is that". I run my hands over my head in frustration.

"Your speaking of her as if she's in existence". She folds her arms and gives me an angry glare.

"You did not just say that out your mouth Grace". At this point my body was burning with anger.

"She's dead ! , accept it , move on , your acting as if your a child Caleeb".

And that's all it took. I grab my coat and storm out of the apartment.

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I take a shot of whiskey. My throat burning from the after taste. I wanted to be no where near Grace , I don't even think I can face her right now.