Devan's POV
The next morning I walked into the kitchen to find Taylor sitting of the counter with her legs rapped around Collins.
That's sick. Seeing your own brother doing weird things with a girl. He didn't speak one word to me. So I didn't talk to him.
I got my Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal, almond milk and a bowl and sat at the table. After I poured the milk I got lost in my thoughts. 'Why isn't he talking to me? Why the heck is Taylor still here?' I guess I had been spaced out for so long my cereal got soggy. "Seriously?! Even cereal hates me." I said throwing my bowl in the sink causing it to shatter.
"Oops..."
Collins looked at me very sternly.
"Come with me." Collins said grabbing my arm so tight that it hurt and pulled me into my room.
"What is your problem?!" He shouted throwing my on my bed.
"Everything. Sorry Collins." I said trying not to cry. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever thought if Collins treating me like this.
"You're going to mess up everything! I told you to stay out of my life!""What do you actually plan on marrying this girl?" I said trying to lighten the situation, but then realizing that, that was a awful thing to say.
He looked at me sternly and sharply said, "I would like too. You should really start thinking before you just say whatever you want.""Tell yourself that." I mumbled.
"What?"
"What? And just FYI I'm moving back to California, away from you thank God." I said very snotty.
"Good! But don't come crying to me because you don't have any friends... hmm and I wonder why? Oh yea I know! It's because you dropped out of college."
"There was a reason behind it Collins." I said grinding my teeth.
"Oh and what was that reason?" He sassed.
"Well I can't tell you now." I said as tears starting streaming down the cheeks. I dropped out of college because I was studying for something I didn't want to do. I want to become an artist. But the main reason was, I wanted to travel the world with Collins. But I don't want to do that anymore, and I can't tell him. Why is he treating me like this? I started to cry harder.
"Wow Devan. You don't have to cry over everything. Just go kill yourself." He said as he slammed the door shut.
I froze. Those were words I'd never thought I would hear.
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Blue eyes and the key
Teen FictionThis is a part 2 to my story "what happened to the old me." This is a few years into the future and Devan is in college now. This is still his pov.