A Break Apart

CHAPTER 51. Bros

William's POV

I caught up with him, drove past and blocked him. His car slowly came to a halt, and I watched him hit his steering wheel in annoyance. He then climbed out of his car and perched his arms on the car roof, chewing what I assumed to be gum. I heaved a sigh before I came out of mine, in preparation for what I was about to deal with.

He chewed the gum as though he was imagining me to be the helpless thing in his mouth, drilling his gaze right inside my eyes as I approached him. Even Don never looked at me with that much anger, which would have had me scurrying away like a scared dog if I didn't feel the same way towards him.

"Well done, Vin Diesel," he said when I got closer, but I wasn't expecting a hug so I didn't feel upset.

"Thanks, Paul Walker." I stopped a few inches from him to avoid any possible, violent contact.

He scoffed, then dipped a hand in his jeans pocket, took out a gum and held it out to me. I looked down at it, and then back up at his face.

He rolled his eyes as he put the gum back in his pocket. "Sorry, man. I don't have glucose. You must be exhausted after all that ride."

His sarcasm was starting to get me angry. "This looks like a joke to you? You just caused a scene and this how you're going to act?"

"I'm very much aware of what I did back there-"

"Then be sorry," I almost yelled.

He paused, holding back every urge to attack. "You know, the only reason I won't break your face right now is because you're Nadine's boyfriend and she cares about you."

I scoffed. "You wish you could but, dude, I'm not that guy you beat up so I advice you don't even try."

His face stiffened. "Why did you follow me?"

I sighed, pushing every hard feeling of jealousy to have a word with the Afro-head. "I know you don't like me that much, and I personally wouldn't care if you jumped into a lagoon and drown, so the feeling is mutual. But I'd do anything to make my girlfriend happy, and that includes stopping you from making her special day more chaotic."

"You weren't even there when it happened so don't judge me," he snapped.

"But you did get into a fight."

"That guy pushed me."

"You let him."

"He was harassing my sister!" he yelled, and I stayed quiet. "You don't have any sibling, so I don't expect you to understand," he added calmly.

"And giving that sister and your mum a cause to worry isn't a better option because from what I learned your dad is late"-Something deep awoken inside him-"Who's going to protect the women in your family if God forbid you had died in an accident?" I drew my point on a blunt canvas, showing him how poorly he had handled the situation.

"Where did you get that?" He stared on as he asked, in a quiet tone, the one specific question that I was expecting.

"You left your widowed mum in tears."

"Watch your words," he growled.

"My dad is a widower."

His expression softened when he ralised that I wasn't being spiteful and could also relate to a loss. He then turned around and perched his arms on his car roof again, battling a pressure I recognised too well, his more profound because he was already filling in the wide gap, for only God and himself knew how long that had been. I on the other hand still had my dad to guide me. He averted his gaze when his battle became unbearable, hiding from me what society called a weakness.