Lonely Nights

Chapter 8

"Sure you don't. You are always pissed at me, or get mad at me, and snapping at me. You get moody when you have to come with me when I am dropped off or picked up from physical therapy. You get angry and grumpy when I have nightmares from the crash when I don't mean to wake or keep you awake at night. When I try to talk to you, all you do is snap at me with some snarky comment," I tell him blankly as I try to reign in my emotions.

Myles opens his mouth to argue, but I cut him off with; "Please, spare me the crap because anything you say will be a lie."

Myles stares at me for a moment before clamping his mouth shut, at this time I pull my pants up and slip my shirt back on.

Daddy speaks again; "We need to discuss this along with your physical therapy, so everyone else out."

Ryder and Myles leave the room silently, allowing daddy to close the door behind them while papa sits on the bed next to me as daddy sits on the desk chair since I have sat back down again.

"How long am I grounded for?" I ask, better to get this over with now instead oflater. "I will let Molly and Axel know tomorrow that they can't come over on Friday."

"Mylo, why would we ground you?" papa murmur curiously as he intently stares at me.

"Because of Gabe, and the cutting, so how long am I grounded for?" I ask again.

"Two months. One month for each, and you are only to leave the house for school and physical therapy," daddy states in a firm voice.

Daddy and papa head toward the door before papa stops to face me saying; "We love you, and you need to stop cutting. If you don't, you'll be seeing a therapist. I will be randomly checking your body, and you are to hand over every blad you have."

"Sure," I mumble with a nod since they are letting me off easier than I deserve.

"I am serious, Mylo," papa insists with a slight scowl.

"I know you are, and I will bring them down soon," I sigh, digging the heels of my hands into my eyes in frustration as the bedroom door shuts, and then opens again a few minutes later.

"Why do you cut?" Sonya's voice asks near me, her voice tearful.

"Because I do," I respond dully. "How do you know?"

"Ryder said you do," she says sitting down next to me on the bed since I haven't moved since our parents left the room.

"That wasn't his place to say anything to you, or anyone else," I mumble, not truly finding it in myself to be mad at my little brother.

"He is worried about you. Hell, we all are. You haven't been the same since the crash," she replies as she lies on her back as I do the same, and she cuddles into my side with her head on my shoulder.

Opening my eyes to look down at her, she has a frown on her lips; "I know. I wish I wasn't different than I was before the crash. I hate who I am now, and who I have become. I wish I was like I was before that time."

"If you'd stop feeling sorry for yourself, you'd be back to your old self," Myles bitches, entering the bedroom.

"Fuck you, Myles. Go through what I have, and then we'll talk," I snap, getting to my feet now that Sonya isn't lying on me any longer.

He rolls his eyes, yelling; "If I had to deal with what you have, I wouldn't be a fucking baby like you are acting like!!"

Catching him off guard by swinging my fist connecting with his eye, causing him to stagger back a couple of steps as his hand flies to his eye.

"Daddy and papa!" Sonya screams in fear from behind me.

Ryder enters the room in front of our parents as Myles swings back, connecting with my cheek. Laughing at his punch which only seems to anger my twin more, he throws another punch and lands it in the same spot.