My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 17 - You're Going To Hate Me

      *Justin's POV*

      For the past three weeks I've been trying to help Mickey get over the loss of her mom, but all she does is just push me away. Whenever I give her something to eat, she says "I'm not hungry." and when I offer to take her out somewhere, she says "I'm tired." or "I don't feel like going out today." and I can't lie, I really miss her. All I want is for her to be healthy and I just want to spend time with her like we used to.

        It's already six o'clock and I really want to take her out to dinner. She needs to get some food into her. I've always hated it when girls starve themselves. It's just not natural. Maybe she's gotten a little better considering I've pretty much left her alone these past couple days. I walked up to what is now our room and saw Mickey sobbing in our bed like she usually does.

      *Mickey's POV*

       It's been hard these past few weeks with my mom dying. Not the fact that she killed herself, but that I'm the one that led her to killing herself. I can't help but blame myself for everything that's happened. Ryan has disowned me once again. Justin has been trying to help me but nothing works. It's not that I don't appreciate his help, but I just really need time to cope with this. All of a sudden, I felt the edge of the bed sink in and a hand running up and down my back.

     "Hi baby, how are you?" He tried to comfort me as he leaned down and kissed my cheek. I just stayed silent while quietly sobbing.

      "You wanna go out some where? Maybe out to dinner? You haven't eaten in a while and you're starting to look a little thin." He says.

      I didn't speak for about a minute or so until I decided to speak.

    "No thank you." I speak through my sobs.

       "Alright, what the hell is with you?!" He shouts as he stands up and runs his hands through his hair.

     "What's with me? I don't know if noticed, but my mother died!" I defended as I stood up.

       He takes the vase off the dresser and smashed it on the floor, leaving pieces of broken glass everywhere. He was starting to scare me.

      "I know that, but it's been three fucking weeks! Let it go!" He starts to yell.

       How could he tell me to just let my mom go? She was my bestfriend! She was there for me when my dad left, you know, before the alcohol addictions and stuff. She was always there for me when I got bullied at school.

       "Let it go? Let it go you say? My mom and I were like this!" I shout as I cross my fingers. "And you just tell me to just let her go! Think about how I feel for once, okay!?"

        "Think about how you...I've been trying to help you for the past three fucking weeks Michelle! And besides, that's not what you said when you left her! All you do is cry and watch sappy love movies which to tell you the truth, I don't even really give a shit about! We haven't had sex in almost a month! I have needs too you know!" He argues.

        My mom killed herself and all he's thinking about is sex? Who does he think he is? And who does he think I am, his slave!?

      "My mom...my bestfriend from the day she gave birth to me is gone and all you think about is sex?" I stopped for a minute. "You ungrateful, heartless son of a bitch. Sometimes, I just wish I never met you." I whisper, loud enough for him to hear.

       Justin and I just looked into each other's eyes. All I could see in his eyes was anger, hurt, and pure sadness from at what had just come out of my mouth. At that point, he couldn't take it anymore. He walked right past me and went downstairs. I followed right behind him. He grabbed his hoodie and headed towards the door.