Feelings

(15)

Bryon

Meanwhile. . .

I came back home that night, tired and exhausted like any other night. I only had two hours to sleep before I was supposed to go back out and take the night shift with at the DX station. Taking two jobs was the only way that Mark and I would have enough money to pay for Mom's hospital bills and keep up with the payments on the house. Even with my two jobs, Mark still brings in more money. Doing what? I don't know exactly but I'm pretty sure that it's illegal. Mark never was one to stay out of trouble but is probably because he can get away with anything.

If he steals. . . he can get away with it.

If he owes money. . . he can get away with me.

I, on the other hand, am not as lenient to get away with things as Mark. It's incredible to know the things that he can get away with.

As I was buttoning up my DX shirt, a loud thump rang throughout the house as Mark burst through the door to our room. The way he walked made him look like an animal on the prowl. Like a lion. He ran a hand through his gold locks before he looked at me with those golden eyes of his. The fierceness and the determination set in them really made him look like a hungry cat looking for a victim. His eyes were always so focused and right now they were focused on me. I felt as if holes were transpiring through me. It sent shivers down my spine at what his eyes do to me. It was unnerving.

"Bryon, I hope that you aren't wearing that to the bar," Mark said as he went through his stuff, finding the box where we kept our extra money, and put a bundle of cash in there. I didn't plan on asking how he got that money. I was just glad that we had enough money to actually take care of ourselves. A little while ago, we only had enough money for the bills and we were struggling to even make that much money. We couldn't pay people back; we couldn't feed ourselves and had to get clothes from nice people who gave them to us. We thought that there was no way to get ourselves out of that hole.

. . .But Mark got into a business that had us rolling in cash. Although we were cautious about how we spent it just in case we ever do go back to the back we were before - broke.

"Why would I go to the bar? I've got work in a few minutes."

"Bryon, you dumb ass, did you forget?"

"Forget what?"

"You were supposed to go gambling with me tonight. I need someone to help me roll in some more cash. The guys, who are playing pool with us, will only play against two players. Double the players, double the money. Do you get what I mean? Plus, they're mad at me for beating their asses before."

"Mark, I -"

"You promised."

I did? I must have been so tired that I had just promised without thinking anything of it. Probably because Mark doesn't like taking no for an answer. "Ugh. Fine. I'll -"

"I already called you job to tell them that you won't be there. Get changed and let's go." Mark checked his watch. "Hurry. We're supposed to be there in ten minutes."

Always one step ahead. He knew that I would have given in to his pleading. I never found the voice to say no. Well, I do say no but I don't follow through. I always feel guilty for saying so and I do what he wants me to. We almost never argue and I will always have his back. Always. I would even die for him if it came to that point. I know that he would do the same for me.

Our favorite bar to hang out at was a bar owned by a friend of ours - Charlie. Well I think that we always hung out there because it was the only bar that we weren't kicked out of and we were allowed to drink their. Plus, there was really good pool games here. Against us, these people didn't stand a chance. We were thieves. We stolen their money and there was nothing they could do about it. We were kings at the gambling game. We have yet to find the person that would kick our asses at this game.