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Three fucking weeks.
God I can't believe those douchebags were my "friends"! I want to murder them all!
I can't stop pacing. I'm fucking worried, and pissed. Pissed that they "didn't see it before", pissed that Ethan wouldn't tell me - uh, us -, that this was there.
God I just want to punch something! Suddenly there's a shooting pain in my knuckles. I blink, looking. "Oh Grayson." Mom sighs.
I groan. "Mom, why are people like this? Why did I think those people were my friends? They hurt my best friend of all time." I take a deep breath, slumping down. "I'm surprised he doesn't hate me." I sigh.
"Your brother could not hate you even if he tried. The only rage I saw is when someone was threatening his girlfriend's life. Never when you were growing up, never when you were arguing, never when you did something to upset him. Ethan always was a chill person. He never really did care. He is strong too, hence the reason he didn't come to us. Ethan is a grown boy. If you he thinks he needs help, he will ask."
"Are you sure? That gash says otherwise." I fold my arms over my chest.
"You know damn straight I am. He thought he could handle it. He didn't ask to come here." Mom says sternly.
I groan, yawning.
"Go home and sleep, okay Grayson?" Mom says.
I nod. "Okay. But you better call me if he wakes up."
She sends me a look. "Excuse me?"
"Please?"
She smiles. "I will."
I nod and leave.
