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Chapter Four: Wrath

"Wait, you are kidding, right?" I asked Anthony, who stood looking away from me. he was headed for the door.

"No. I am in love with your brother." He said again, facing me, his eyes empty, merciless. I looked at the boy, my heart shattering. I swear, I could feel the pieces falling down into me, deeper.

"Please say you are kidding."

"I'm not. Rusty, I love-"

"Me! Please, say me!" I yelled, and Anthony yelled back.

"No! Because I don't! Not in that way, at least!"

"Why not?!" I screamed questioningly.

"I just don't, okay?!" He exclaimed, and the room fell silent.

Finally, I looked up at the boy. His chocolate eyes now seemed like mud, his pale skin seemed flawed. His lips looked hurt, and his hair looked dead.

"Out." I said flatly, pointing to the door.

"Rusty, look-"

"No. You look. You just made the worst mistake of your life. I would have given everything to be with you. I would have given my life for you to love me. Please, leave." I said, the tears swelling in my eyes. Anthony sighed, and slowly left my room. He closed the door behind him, and my shoulders started to shake. Tears caressed my cheeks, and my eyes filled with the salty liquid. Moments later, when I had stopped crying, Jordan came in, holding my swimsuit and the towel. I looked up at him.

"Is everything okay?" He said.

"Is everything okay? Is everything... okay?" I grabbed the stuff from him, and threw it at the wall. When I looked back at him, me expression was twisted. An evil chuckle escaped my lips. "Everything is fine and dandy." I said. Madness was spreading through me, and I worked up enough anger finally. I swung at Jordan, my hand in a fist. Jordan dodged quickly, and managed to evade all of my attacks thereafter.

"Rusty! Stop!" He yelled.

"You stole my only love! You think I'm okay?!" I swung my hands around, tears stinging my eyes again. Then I hit something, but it wasn't my brother. I could tell by the body structure. This one was skinnier, and softer. It was also slightly damp. The body collapsed around my hand, and when I opened my previously shut eyes, I saw Anthony laying on the ground in a heap.

"Anthony!" My blood-curdling scream rang through the house.

I sat in the car, silent, scared. My mother drove, sitting next to me. My brother drove his own car. My mom looked over at me, and spoke.

"Rusty, I'm sure he's okay." She said. I looked out the window in silence. My mom sighed, and continued driving, the darkness of the car covering my quiet tears. We arrived at the hospital about a half an hour later, my tears no longer falling.

"Rusty, when you walk in, you don't know what's going to happen. He could be traumatised. Just, if he starts freaking out, please leave quietly, okay?" My mother said, before opening the door for us. Jordan sat in the waiting area, and when he saw us, he stood. He walked over to us, my eyes staying on the floor.

"The receptionist said that Anthony was in Room 18. We can go in whenever." Jordan said, looking at me and patting my shoulder. I jerked my body back, his hand sliding off. My mom sighed again, and we started towards Anthony's room.

Jordan opened the door, and then my mom walked in. Jordan followed her, and lastly, I walked in. Anthony looked at all of us with a smile, and welcomed us.

"Hey guys. What's up?" Anthony said. He was so... calm.

"Oh, Anthony! How are you feeling, sweetie?" My mother exclaimed, running over to give the boy a hug. She hugged gently as to not hurt him. Jordan walked over, placing a teddy bear on the side table.

"Thanks, guys. Nothing much, just a cracked rib. I should be better in a few days." Anthony said. I stared at the ground. I couldn't take this. Had I really hit him that hard? How was I supposed to know he'd break that easily? I close my eyes, tears filling them. I can't handle it. I dash out of the room, sprinting out of the hospital. I jump in the car, and I sit there, crying. I can't think of anything else to do. I scream loudly. I flip down the visor mirror, and watch myself cry. I look at my reflection. I scream again, tears flowing like waterfalls.

"No wonder he didn't love me!" I yell at my reflection. "You're destructive! You're ugly! You're worthless! You're young! You're a pain! You're everything that's wrong in this world! Why couldn't you be normal?!" I punch the mirror, and the glass shatters, cascading onto me. I yell, and open the door of the car. I brush the mirror pieces off of me, and then clean the car seat. I then stand there, basking in the light of the moon. My tears streak down my face, slowly caressing my cheeks. I then slide down the side of the car, my hands reaching my face. Then I hear a voice.

"Rusty?" Says a familiar voice. I look up.

Anthony stands there, his black skinny jeans clinging to his legs, his dark shirt making him practically invisible in the night. All that stand out is his skin, which is porcelain, and his hair, a mix between brown and red. I look at him still, his skin fair as ever. I stood up, wiping my tears.

"Anthony, what are you doing out here?" I ask him, wiping my hands on my jeans. He steps closer, and I look at him with no other reaction.

"They let me out for a couple of minutes to check on you. Are you okay, you bolted out of there like it was on fire." He said, stepping closer again. I took a half-step backwards.

"I... I'm fine. Anthony, are your sure you should be out here? You have a cracked rib." I said backing into the car. He slammed his hand down on the car next to my head, leaning his head near mine. I was getting scared, and worried. "Anthony?"

"Shhh, no need to speak. It's okay..." He started, before placing his lips on mine. My eyes opened wide, my face getting warm. "I forgive you."

"Anthony, are you-" I started, but was interrupted by lips. Anthony placed his lips against mine, putting his free hand behind the nape of my neck. I watched him close his eyes, and felt him press his tongue against my lips. I allowed entry, and melted into the kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, my leg propping up against the car. He opened his legs slightly, placing one on one side of my leg, the other on the other side. We continued to make-out in this position, kissing passionately. Anthony then pulled back, both of our eyes closed.

"Will you go down on me?" He asked, and my eyes opened quickly.

"What?! Are you kidding?!" I asked him in a shouting whisper. He shook his hand, and then led my mouth to his neck. I didn't want to, but the urge. I kissed down his shirt, and finally, I reached his knees. He undid his belt, and unzipped his jeans. All that stood between my face and his... you know... was a pair of Hollister boxer-briefs. He flipped them down, and I did as he asked.

A while later, we were spooning in my car, no clothes between us. His arm was wrapped around me, my back to his stomach. I was asleep, but Anthony began to wake up. He looked at what happened, and sat up quickly. The drugs they gave him wore off, and he quickly dressed, and then exited the van. The sound of the closing door woke me up. I sat up slowly, and dressed quietly, still groggy from just waking up. I looked at the clock in the front of the van. 1:42. Damn it's late. I put on my shoes, and left the big blue van, only to walk into the Hospital. I walked into Anthony's room, where my mom and Jordan sat in chairs. Anthony was laying in the bed. The doctor was next to him, hooking things up to him. As soon as I entered, Anthony turned red. He started to shake, and I knew what was happening. I did as my mother said earlier, and left the room. I knew he was still traumatised. But it hurt. Badly. He just made love to me, and now he was rejecting me again. I sighed, a tear streaking down my face, and left the room. The sound of Anthony screaming filling the air.