Unspoken Demises (ON HOLD)

Unspoken Demises chp.18

~Mathew's POV~

I walk out of the bar filling numb to the core.

What the f*ck did she mean by that?

How's meeting me here dangerous?

I'm so revolved in my thoughts that I don't even see the person in front of me, so I accidentally bump into them.

"I'm sorry man." The person said absentmindedly.

The voice is of a male. It sounds familiar.

I turn around ans see the guy walking. He seems to be sulking. I recognize him. He's one of Maxine's friends. What was his name? Tyler? Timmy? Tommy? NO! It's... Tony! That's it!

"Tony!" I yell after him.

He stops in his tracks and turns around to face me with a raised eyebrow. Then recognition seems to light his features when he looks at me.

"Chris. Hey man." Tony says sadly, his hands stuffed into the front pockets of his skinny jeans.

I still don't get that. Why do guys were skinny jeans? Aren't those for girls?

Tony is wearing black skinny jeans, a dark blue shirt that has an eye with lighting bolts and with the words 'ALL TIME LOW' on the side of the eye, and worn-out dark blue converse. His shaggy black hair was messy and falling over his eyes.

"What's up?" I ask weirdly. I feel weird talking to a kid.

Ok so he's like 18 not really a kid, but to me he is. I'm 27. Anyway for some reason he looks depressed and I know Maxine told me to stay away from her friends, but I'm not asking about her. If he brings her up that's not me investigating. Plus I want to know if he knows anything about who's going after her.

He sighs deeply. Damn he looks like a puppy that's just been kicked.

I walk over to him and pat his back. Then I nod my head towards the bar. He follows me in.

Ok so I know I shouldn't be letting him drink since I work with the law and he's underage, but I've drank underage and he doesn't know I'm NSA. Plus the NSA doesn't have to know I allowed this.

I nod trying to reassure myself.

I'm so getting fired if they find out...

"So why do you look like a puppy that's been kicked?" I ask Tony as soon as we are sitting on stools by the bar.

Francis isn't here some other employee is here. I guess he must have a later shift. This bartender doesn't seem to be friends with Tony so I guess he must not be friends with Maxine.

He sighs once again and puts his head on his hands; elbows perched on the bar counter. His fingers are gripping his black hair with force.

"I think I lost the girl I'm in love with." He says in a low voice, but not low enough to be a whisper.

Ok now for sure I don't feel guilty letting drink. I would be drowning in alcohol if I lost Lorelei.

"What makes you think you lost her?" I ask him.

At that moment the bartender places two shots in front of us. We raise the small glasses up a little silently thanking the bartender. Then we turn to each other slightly to lightly clink our glasses together. We lift the small glass to our lips and with a one swift motion down the drink.

The strong alcohol burned its way down my throat, but then the burning goes away and just leaves a pleasurable taste.

Tony clears his throat before speaking. "We got into our biggest fight ever, I walked away, and we haven't spoken since. When I saw her a few days ago she wouldn't make eye contact with me and barely spoke a word." He slams his fist on the table and signals for another round.

"Why would you walk away if you love her?" I mean seriously if you love someone you just don't walk away!

He down his drink again and signaled for another. "What the f*ck was I supposed to do? I'm always f*cking there for her and she hides things from me then we get in a fight and I instantly forgive her.

She even expects it now, for me to just forgive her." He says angrily.

I nod. Ok I can understand that. It's like she's taking their relationship for granted.

And they say it's always the guys who screw up. F*ck all the people who say that. Girls f*ck up too.

"Why do you assume she's hiding something from you?" I ask before downing my own drink.

He humorlessly chuckles. One of his hands is gripping the small glass while the other is running through his hair continuously.

"Many things. She never tells me anything, she doesn't talk about how the f*ck she feels. Don't get me wrong I don't like talking about my feeling I'm a guy, but sometimes I actually wonder what the f*ck she feels about me. She can never tell me a straight answer. Oh and the initiation of the fight. We found out the NSA searched her apartment and she pick-pocketed my keys from me, jacked my car, and drove away. No explanation what so ever." He downs another drink.

I froze. The NSA searched her apartment? Could that be-.

"Why don't you just dump her?" I ask.

"I can't!" He snaps. "I f*cking love her. She is just so beautiful with her fiery natural red hair, green eyes that are always sparkling with mischief, her clothes because she doesn't dress like a slut, she's confident and independent, she isn't afraid to say what's on her mind and do whatever it takes to get what she wants. She's perfect and she's my best friend also." When he started he was yelling, but as he continued his voice went to a dream like state and his eyes were dazed.

Damn he's seriously, madly in love.

I just hope it's not with who I know it is.

I gulp down hard. "What's her name?" I ask cautiously. I already know who, but I'm hoping I'm wrong.

He chuckles. "You know her man. It's Maxine." Downs another drink.

I down my as well. I stare aimlessly at the wall.

He's in love with my baby sister?

 I can feel the over-protective side rearing it's ugly ass head. I have no right to do the whole father/older brother speech of 'I'll kick your ass if you hurt her' because I wasn't there for her when she was growing up.

I feel like shit. I am the worst brother ever.