Playing Games

Chapter 41

BRENDAN POV

I still sit next to my mother on the couch, and she's still smiling at my excitement over having Savannah. My mother always worried about us finding the right significant other, especially since I'm two years shy of turning thirty years old, it's about time I found somebody that actually made me want to settle down.

I was still childish and thought that fooling around with multiple girls at once or just hooking up with them and then never seeing them again was perfectly fine, but it isn't.

In fact, what I used to be doing isn't far off from what Logan did. No wonder I clicked so easily with him and we were friends right after we met.

We both enjoyed taking advantage of girls that we could've built real relationships with. In Logan's eyes, I could tell he never actually intended on settling down. It's almost as if it was his life mission to just use women and manipulate them, which instantly forms a knot in my stomach.

I hope that once he's buried six feet under, all of the worms, spiders, and other disgusting maggots eat away at him. All of his ego began to eat away at him in a similar way. In fact, I'm pretty sure that's what got him killed.

Yes, he got killed because of his injuries from the car wreck, but he apparently was on his way to fix the problems with Savannah probably because he thought that things would work out since his ego had been boosted.

Son of a bitch.

My jaw clenches, and my hands ball into fists so tight that my knuckles are turning white. My anger for him definitely hasn't disappeared even though he passed away.

"You okay, baby? What's wrong?" Mom asks before taking another sip of her tea, and her blue eyes stare at me intently.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking about a lot." I mumble, and shake my head.

"Like what?" She curiously asks.

Not only did I cause my siblings a lot of grief with the decisions I made and the way I acted, but I know for sure that my parents definitely weren't satisfied with the way I was turning out.

They both made sure that they raised the three of us equally, taught the same lessons, punished us the same, didn't spoil one of us more than the other and gave us the same amount of love and inconsequential material things, because they wanted us to all turn out to be responsible adults who actually knew what to do once they were released into the real world.

My sister Vanessa had graduated and already got accepted into a school to become a veterinarian, Rian was still in school to earn another degree, and working at the hospital on top of that, and I was out partying and getting wasted and hooking up with strange women who's names I can't even remember.

All that time wasted, and I could've been contributing to my father's business like I am now, and although Savannah most likely wasn't old enough to be with me at the time, I could've just stopped my sexual encounters and just waited a little bit.

I realize that I still haven't answered my mother's question, and I look at her and sigh disappointedly.

"I owe you an apology." I say.

"For what, baby?" Mom asks cluelessly, and I'm surprised that she didn't instantly pick up what I'm apologizing for.

"I didn't make it easy on you or Dad. I was completely rebelling against all of your teachings. You both deserved to feel disappointed in me because I wasn't turning out the way you hoped that I would." I choke up.