Oh Brother

Busted

Mom and Aunt Cath go out onto the Padio, I see this as my time to make a break.

I run straight into someone, Grayson

"Where you going?" He asks lowly

"Bathroom. I'll be back." I lie.

He moves to the side as I dash up the steps.

I bust my bedroom door open, leaving it open a jar.

My curtains flap around with the wind. My window was open?

I creep towards it, I look out the window and see... Matt?

We both see each other at the same time.

"What are you doing here?" We say in sync.

He sits on the roof, where I sit when I need a break.

"Oh, you know just hanging in MY Bedroom." I say.

He looks out at the view from my window, the backyard.

"I just need to get away from Lucas." He says quietly.

I climb out of the window, he moves over so there's a gap for me to fit in next to him.

We don't talk for a couple of minutes.

"We haven't done this in ages." He says with a smile.

"I know, when I saw my window open you were the last person I expected to see out here."

There's more silence, I quickly glance at him.
I can see closer now, there's a bruise around his eye.

He pushes back his long brown hair.

"W-What happened with your face?" I ask

"What do you think?" He scoffs.

"I'm sorry. Lucas is an asshole, but if it makes you feel any better Brandon broke up with me today..."

He looks at me with sad eyes, and without him saying anything I keep talking.

I told him everything. And it felt good to talk to someone without lying.

"That's where you are. It's time for dinner losers." Lucas says, sticking his head through the window.

I step into the window and jump down to my floor. Matt follows as we head downstairs.

Someone grabs my hair as they pull me back into them.

"Moms worries about, eat your dinner tonight or I'll.."

I instantly recognise his voice, it's Ethan.

"You'll what?" I sneer back.

He still has a grip on my hair. He shoves me forward.

I brush it off.

I go and sit down at the table.

A million thoughts fly through my head so fast I can barely manage to catch one.

A pea lands on my plate, I look up from the direction it came from. Ethan sits across the table, slouching in his chair as he rocks back on it. He stares right at me. I frown at him and look back down.

Another pea hits me in the face as I look up at him.

Stop. I mouth

Eat. He mouths back

I shake my head

He holds up the knife to his neck then quickly puts it back down again when mom turns around