The Mafia

Twenty-Three

"Spill."

It was the one word from my brother's mouth that made me flinch. I knew what he was talking about too. I fumbled with my hands and walked to his couch, flopping myself down.

"I don't know. I wake up at 1 am, asking him if I could come over, I do, we drink, we talk, I wake up in his bed and he's pissed, or hurt. I don't know!" My voice gets shaky at the end and I take a breath of air and swallow to calm myself.

He opens his mouth then closes it and nods, "Okay. Well obviously something happened, mentally or physically."

Ha no shit.

"Ya I know, but I don't know what that would be exactly.. I mean ya.. I guess we both miss each other, but I'm with Brooklyn now, and and..I, I can't do that to him because I love him. But I also will always love Adi.."

I lay my head back and frown. Feelings are just so complicated. I hate them, I wish I could never feel sometimes.

"That'll never go away Hayden.. but you're just gonna have deal with it. We all have someone we will always love forever even though we're married or dating someone else and love them too. You can love someone deeply, but it's best you don't even date. It's tough, but the right thing." My brother shrugs and sits down on the couch opposite of me.

I nod and bite my inner lip. I then realized I haven't checked my phone since I got to Adi's, so I quickly pull it out and check it.

23 missed calls from Brooklyn.
2 text messages from Adi.

Welllll shit. I start typing a text to Brooklyn telling him where I was at and that everything was fine. I then go to Adi's text messages.

I'm sorry things were weird this morning. I just needed some time alone.

Then the next one..

You probably don't remember what happened but, you got super drunk, found my bedroom and layed in my bed, when I went in and found you, you pulled me on top of you..and..
anyways. It's not your fault I'm not mad at you. Be safe, see you soon, maybe. <3

I sighed and reread the text. I knew something happened. I quickly text something back and turn my phone off.

"When are you going back to Brooklyn's?"

I shrug at my brother, unsure of when I'd really be going back. I couldn't after what just happened. Shaking my head, I got up and made myself coffee before walking over to his other family room by myself. Thoughts kept flooding my mind making it impossible to relax.

After a bit of irritating thinking, I had decided to leave and go for a drive. Sure, I was hungover still, but at least I could handle it well.

I know this is short! But it's something! More coming soon, i'm back b¡tches ;)