What Eyes Can Hear (Nicolas Brown)

•Chapter Sixteen•

A few days have passed since the incident at the old house. Worick and Nicolas have been very protective of the things I do and the places I go. I go to work at the clinic all day, and then I come back to the apartment. If Nicolas and Worick aren't home, Monroe has his guys Delico and Yang on watch. Sometimes it's just them, other times they bring a few others along as backup.

Since everything happened, Nicolas has refused to talk to me about any information that they may have on the Spades or my brother. I guess he thinks it's better if I just don't know. But the truth is, I'd rather know all the terrible and painful shit I don't want to hear, than pretend like there's nothing to talk about. No one knows how desperately I want to see my brother.

I want to help him. I know most people would give up on a family member who sent a gang of thieves, murders, drug addicts, and drug dealers to kill them, but, he's my big brother.

Andrew

"WAKEY, WAKEY ANDY!" I heard a voice yell from the opposite side of the heavy metal door.

As it opened and the light came in through the doorway, my eyes burned from under my eyelids, and my body started to finally wake up. Another day of withdrawal and I still haven't adjusted to the feeling that something might be crawling under my skin. As much as I want to scratch until my skin bleeds, I've been hand cuffed to this chair and left to sit here in this dark room beaten to a pulp.

My body could start to feel the pain again in my broken nose, my cracked ribs, and the soreness of an enormous bruise I probably have on my stomach from being punched repeatedly. I was in the worse possible situation anyone could probably be in. However, I had no one to blame for this but myself. If I had known what my life would turn into, I would have just stuck to having two terrible shitty jobs. At least then I'd owe no one anything and these asshole wouldn't be after the only other thing of value I have left. Ever. I know I had a choice to tell them nothing, but I did because I wanted to survive. I doubt I will now.

"You payin' attention Andy?!" I jumped slightly as I was lost in my own thoughts. I didn't really care what they did as long as Ever got away. Everything they would do to me I deserved for surrendering my sister like a piece of meat to these animals. My "friends".

I looked up to see my former friend being handed a chair. He set it in front of me and took a seat. I watched him pull out his cigarettes from his jacket pocket and place one between his lips. He traded the pack of cigarettes for his lighter and lit the cigarette, taking a pull or two before he finally looked at me and gave me a sick smile. 

"So this is what you become huh Andy?" Mark asked me as I continued to stare at him. He took another pull of his cigarette and then left it resting between his index and middle finger.

"You know how many of your brothers have died cause your sister is messing with Monroe and his crew? I told you then, and I'll tell you again, you should have either killed her or given her to us when we asked you. When I, asked you to. I'm down a lot good men and a lot of product. So now I have Monroe, our friends from Tokyo, and the police after us." He said tossing away his barely used cigarette. Mark stood up and walked around to stand behind the chair I was bound to. He put his hand on my shoulder and started to speak again.

"You were someone I trusted Andy. The first time you lied, about the girl being dead, I let it pass. But not telling me about her knowing Monroe, those assholes who call themselves "Handy Men", was a real kick in the balls. I got no product, half our brothers are dead from Monroe, the other half might as well be dead cause we don't got anything to give our paying customers what they order, so they'll probably be dead soon too." He sighed and I just kept looking forward towards the door.

"I really did trust you Andy. But that trust, has really fucked me buddy." Mark pat my shoulder and then walked around from behind my chair to face me again.

"I'm gonna give you one more chance. Why? Cause you owe me more money than your pathetic life is worth. So here's the deal, you help me, convince the Japanese to help us out with Monroe, the police, and those "Handy Men", and maybe, just maybe I'll let your whore sister see tomorrow. You try to run or betray me, I'll rape her and make you watch as I not only violate the only thing you care about, but as I also put a bullet in her head when I'm done."

"You can't just kill me and leave her alone?" I asked. Mark grabbed me by my neck and began to squeeze.

"No. I'm gonna make sure you pay me back everything I've lost, before I let you get beat to shit and release and entire magazine into your fucking head." He let go and I began to finally be able to take air into my lungs again. Soon the lights in the room went off and Mark left shutting the metal door behind him. I wanted him to know that I didn't know about Monroe, or these guys she was hanging out with. There is no point though. My word is as good as dirt to him.

As my breathing began to calm, I could only sit there and think of Ever and how terrible her life must be, all because of me. You would think after watching our parents die for making mistakes like mine, that maybe, just maybe, it would have made me want to do better for me and for Ever. 

I was young, Ever was still a kid. I wanted to make sure she had everything. That she would never be hungry or without clothes or a place to live and sleep. Yet, I valued my life, more than I valued my sister. I would give anything in this moment to change things, to have never walked out of her life, to be the big brother I was supposed to be.

I hate that I only ever really realize and think of these things when I'm sober. 

I'm sorry Ever.

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Before I am murdered for not updating in so long, my life has been a mess of problems and depression and lots of writer's block. But I'm back, I'm not dead, and I'm ready to continue this story. Inspiration from recent animes and mangas, as well as new chapters of Gangsta. have really helped me get my brain back to where I need to write. Anyway, I hope you enjoy and stay tuned for more sick twisted shit and more Ever x Nicolas. 

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