Deceiving Destiny

Chapter 5: Run Little Red Riding Hood, Run

Chapter 5: Run Little Red Riding Hood, Run

Have you ever been thrown into the middle of something and realized right then and there that you clearly have no idea as what to do with yourself? Well technically you do but you're just too shocked and lost to function optimally.

That's definitely what I'm feeling as I stood immobile at the fight that's ensuing around me. Some sane part of me was urging me to stop them- before they had this brilliant idea of killing each other- but the evil part of me, the selfish 2/3 of me, wanted them to continue hurting themselves. Then maybe, just maybe, I wouldn't feel so alone and neglected; they'll finally share my misery.

"Don't come near my sister again jerk face." I watched as my twin Tyler smacked Nate straight in the face, his nostrils flaring at the amount of petulance he's feeling. "Or I just might beat you to death."

"Funny coming from someone like you." Nate managed to slip out from my brother's grasp and threw a punch his way. "Hail to the brother who enjoyed fucking whores in some faraway state while leaving her sister in this forsaken house to rot alone."

I was speechless at the anger and hatred pouring out of Nate. The way he spit the words 'forsaken house' and 'rot alone' made a sickening feeling to grow inside of me. Maybe he didn't mean to say it that way- vindictive and loathsome- or pertain to me for that matter; but the gnawing feeling in my chest made me feel otherwise.

"You're no better than me." Tyler spat at Nate's face, his eyes darkening to a tempestous grey- looking like an avenging angel in all his glory. "I know everything about you boy, you better watch out." The evident threat in my brother's voice doesn't seem to faze Nate; in fact, his grin turned even wider.

"We'll see."

And they have a go at it again, throwing punches that will surely leave a mark in their skin, except this time Blake finally decided to intervene.

He was casually leaning against the icebox at the far corner of the room, chugging at the bottle of vodka I didn't know where he'd managed to get. He looked like a referee awaiting to interpose if one of the players played dirty, except referee's aren't supposed to be that good looking and laidback- not to mention drinking booze at the middle of the game.

"Let's be civil boys." He sauntered towards Tyler and Nate who're still not tired of fighting each other and hauled them away by their collar. "Maddie's watching. Wouldn't want her to have an odd fascination towards boxing aren't we?" Blake winked at me, clearly amused by the whole situation. That a-hole.

"Stop mentally undressing my girlfriend dimwit. She's off limits." Nate seethed.

"Really? I beg to differ." Nate hit Blake straight in the mouth, causing blood to spurt from Blake's once smiling mouth. I saw the change in Blake's stance- his body turned rigid, hands clenched at his sides; his lips turned into a menacing grin while eyeing Nate like a predator would to his prey. "I've been kind all this time. And now, you'll pay for that."

And just like before, they resumed hurting each other- lunging forcefully and powerfully that will make Ares proud. Nate's clearly losing this battle- he looked pretty bad compared to the two, it's 2 against 1 after all; and I just couldn't find it in myself to care at all. I'm tired and I want to go upstairs and sleep- wanting to forget everything that has happened today. If only I could drink.

"Tell me when you're all done strangling each other." They simultaneously stopped, noticing me for the first time. Each had a scolded look plastered on their faces. "The medicine kit's right there, Nate knows where it is. I'll go upstairs and sleep. Have fun."