The day passed by in a blurr. All I remember was talking to people and saying simple answers. I couldn't concentrate on anything going on around me. All I could focus was the 2 sentences that Austin said to me while sitting extremely close for my like.
'Robert survived. He wants to see you.'
This was driving me insane. Trying to stop my thoughts from building up in my head was basically impossible so I decided, ahh fuck it. I'm going home and trash something.
Trashing something is way for me to let out either anger, stress, uneasiness, or I just wanted to trash something for fun. I would do this alot when I was younger so what did my parents do? They got me a punching bag. Like the ones boxers use. It is pretty beat up from the roughness it's had with me. I need a new one now though. Let me describe it: it's sides are torn with big gaps in between the heavy sewing, it has deep holes where my fists had been and then there was the dried up blood from my knuckles. It didn't leave a scar though. This is how it ends up over the course of about 1and a half years. Since I was seven I've had 6 of them. It was time for a new one.
Just when I was about to go Drake's car - he gave me the keys because he knew never to get in the way when I wanted to punch something- I saw a familiar black Lamborghini parked in the furthest corner of the school's parking lot. As soon as I tilted my head to try figure out who's it was my phone rang. On the third ring I hesitantly slid my finger across the screen and press the phone up to my ear. My whole body stiffened and all of a sudden all I could see is red as all my veins were being clogged with hatred, anger, and more of everything that can be directed to a person with such a futile personality. All of these emotions just from hearing his voice. It sent shivers down my spine and I felt queasy just thinking about him directing his words at me.
"Hello Rose!!" He sounded way too chirpy and I could see past his bitchy act that was showing through.
Through clenched teeth I answered him as snarly as I could.
" What do you want. Oh and BTW your little spy isn't going to work on me Robert. So give up now before you regret it."
" Why can't I just try to make business with you like always."
"Because your a selfish lunatic!" I practically yell.
"How dare you try to talk to your-"
He was cut off by my warning, "Don't you dare finish that sentence or I swear I will shove up my foot so far up your ass that you can't even taste it! I don't care who you are or were cuz you ruined it, screwed it up, egged it, whatever the fuck you want to call it bastard."
"Don't try to play that game with me bitch I'm your brother, we share the same blood, were related, whatever the fuck you want to call it bastard."
He said the last part in a high- pitched girly voice that was meant to mock me and it made me grind my teeth even harder, I was sure the were going to turn into powder.
I feel ashamed to be related to that excuse for a human being and a brother.
Then suddenly the line went dead and before I knew it I was grabbed by my waist, and slung over someones shoulder. All I could see was someones ass in front of me. Panicking, I started to throw fists at the person's back and tried to crane my neck to figure out who the hell I was being manhandled by. When I saw that familiar smirk my eyes widened in shock, and confusion.
"Logan? ?!!!!" I practically screeched.
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The Past Comes Back
Teen Fiction" Robert survived he wants to see you." That was enough to make me stop dead ****** My older brother died in October 31st 2013...or at least that is what I thought. He was in a gang shooting and got shot in the chest. He was also a human trafficker...
