-Unhealthy Obsession-

.45. The Call

The words don't really register at first. I stare at him blankly.

It was him. The only sibling I had that made me feel safe after mother's death. He...he's back.

Once I came to my senses, all I could feel was anger and there was only one question on my mind for him.

"How could you leave me?" I choke out and his smile fades a bit. "You left me with that monster and never came back. I was alone! I forgot you! I don't even remember your name!" The blinding anger starts to shake my body but he looks calm.

He sighs and reaches his hand out to touch mine, and I now see he's missing his pinky finger down to the second knuckle.

"Andrew..." his voice was deep and smooth. "I'm sorry."

I want to start raging in his face but I bite back the anger and let him finish.

"I know I wasn't the best big brother. Hell," he chuckled, "I was barely a big brother anyway." I take in his features seeing his dark eyes, broad nose and shoulders, his hair similar to mine and the stubble starting to form.

"Just get to it." I growl and he nods.

"Look, I've heard about what you've gone through. I came here to..I don't know, give you some...sense of security? Hope? You've lost it, Drew. This hurts to see you like his."

I grit my teeth and shake my head. "I'm like this because of you! You were supposed to protect me! I was defenseless! You let him beat me-!"

"I know that damnit!" He growls, slamming his gloved hand on the table. "I..know this..." he sighs. "I'm not proud of it either. I just..couldn't bare to go back to that hell. I was being selfish, but you have to remember, I was twelve and scared."

"And I was five and fucking mortified!" I choked back tears, trying not to let the memories get me.

It's over, it's done. It's over, it's done. I have to keep reminding myself.

I shake my head, blinking away the hot tears. "I still don't remember your name."

"Aaron."

I nod. "Well Aaron, if you've seriously come here to give me hope or some shit, it won't work. All I want is to be with Amelia."

"Isn't she..dead?"

I eye him down, the words never being able to sit well with me. "Exactly."

He groans and rubs his face. "Look, little bro, I know how you feel, but that isn't the answer. There are so much more things to live for than love."

"Wrong. That's where you're so wrong. She's not just some fling, you know. She was my wife. My friend. The mother of my child!"

His eyes widen.

"And I'll be damned if you're trying to tell me she's not worth dying for!"

"A...A-Andrew.."

"Save it, Aaron." I hold up a hand. "I don't think you have any right to talk to me right now."

"A-Andrew, I know I fucked up a lot but- listen, what if I can help you get out? Get revenge?"

I look down, not allowing him to see my expression. "And why would you want to help me now? After what? Nineteen years of your disappearance? And to get revenge on whom? The man that killed my wife? Because that was me!"

"On dad."

I freeze, the words paralyzing my body. I thought the old fucker was dead. He's...alive? This whole time? A nauseous feeling sweeps over my body as I try to stand, my legs and arms like jelly, head buzzing.