THREESOME

eight - ghostly brothers

Scott

"Daisyyyyyy! What the fuck are you doing mi amor?" I yelled, knocking on Daisy's door.

"Ughh," I heard through the door. Finally it ripped open. "Nothing. Why?"

"I wanna bother you. Frankie is probably sleeping with Mr. Elliot soooo," I shrugged.

"Frankie isn't sleeping with Mr. Elliot. Frankie is right here. Thank you very much," her big head popped up.

"Oh hey," I tapped her forehead.

"Ow." She rubbed her forehead.

A familiar scent hit my nose. A familiar body scent. It was stronger than usual but I also didn't think it was possible. I mean, how could someone's body oder be smelt in California when this person lives in New York.

"So Scott," Frankie began as she and Daisy walked out the door closing it behind them. "We thought for your birthday, we'd get you something special." Frankie started doing jazz hands.

"My birthday was in march. What the hell are you-"

"Open the door. I got locked out." Daisy banged on the door.

"Ow you have a- Max? How the hell is this a birthday gift?"

"Hey little bro."

"Bye big bro."

"So I take it you don't want to hug?" He smiled.

"No."

My older brother Max. Or Maxwell Adonis Flowers was, is, my perfect older brother. My parents fucking love him. He literally gets anything he wants despite anything. He gets the money and cars and girls, lots and lots of girls. And I get the change, no fancy expensive car, and girls. I get girls. Me, Scott Flowers not getting girls? That's a knee slapper.

Anyways, my parents only had love for Max. When I got accepted here it was like the perfect way to escape those horrible people. Most of my life, all my brother did was laugh in my face. Call me nothing. Say I wouldn't be nothing. It was always Scott the big fat nothing. Not fat but, you get the gist.

First tattoo down, he told me I'd never be what I wanted to be because no one wants to higher a street rat. Second down, he said I minds well go shoot up a school. Third, fourth, fifth, sixth and so on, it only got worst. Yet all those times, he had the audacity to laugh in my face. Him and my parents.

They were the perfect three. Sure I was in holiday cards and stuff but after a tattoo that wasn't even fucking noticeable to anyone, I got cut out.

Everyone thinks Scott Flowers had the perfect life but my life sucked and if I didn't meet Andrew, who soon moved, then met Fran and Dai, I'd be fucken six feet under by now. If they ever found my body...

"Look, I don't know if you realize this but," I bit my lip to hold back my fake laughs, "I don't want to see you. Like, at all. You just make life so fucking hard and the last thing I want to do is look at you. The perfect little bitch you are," I angrily let out.

Frankie

Shit. Scott was mad.

He told me he didn't like him and stuff but from the looks of it, it was way more than that. Something in Scott wants to rip Max into pieces.

And this isn't our fault. He came to us. He just gave us money to say it was our idea. Shit! That should have been a sign. We'd on woke up the beast everyone.

Scott

He chuckled. He fucking chuckled.

"Scott, I'm not scared of you. Plus," he came closer, "you wouldn't put your hands on your brother would you?" He smiled.

Daisy

Scott laughed at his smile before shoving him up against the wall.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are. Or what you think I'm capable of but I don't give a shit that your my brother, my blood. You and those shitty people we call our parents caused way more pain to  me than what I'll do to you. I'm nothing right? Come on, let me prove it." After that heated ness, Scott smiled at the end. He wants to fight his brother.

But, his brother laughed again. What was wrong with him.

"I was right then, and I'm right n-" before Max could finish, he was drinking a fistful of blood. Scott punched him in the nose and all the blood flooded into his mouth. Gross.

"What was that again?" Scott angrily whispered.

And to my surprise, a smile some how managed to show up on Max's face. The blood evident on his teeth. I mean, they were like red, red.

"You could smile, laugh, do what ever you want. But I'm not doing this shit. Not today, not tomorrow. Not ever. It's not worth it," he said before letting his brother go and storming into my place.

"Welp," I turned to Frankie and we followed Scott. Closing the door leaving Max outside.