Pride

14

I went downstairs to go eat dinner, I am nervous.

I hope she answers truthfully. Cause I don't know what I'd do if she lied to me.

Mom, dad and Joanna were already sitting around the table, eating.

Quietly walking over, I joined them for dinner.

After a while mom and dad were already done, and made their way to the living room.

'This is my chance', I thought quietly. Scooting closer to where Jo was sitting, I grabbed her wrist.

"Jo, what's going on?" I asked her, hoping for an answer.

I was actually prepared for silence, that God damn thing I hated the most.

She looked up at me, she looked terrified of me. Like I was her worst nightmare.

"Let..... Me...... Go....." She mumbled softly under her breath.

"Just tell me, please." I leaned closer, trying to figure out a way for her to tell me about what is bothering her.

"I won't hurt you, Jo. Just talk with me-"

Slap.

I felt pain slowly growing on my left cheek.

"Won't hurt me, my ass. You dumb ass pushed me in front of that car and now you tell me, that YOU won't hurt ME?!" Jo yelled, tears were building up in her eyes.

I was lost.....

I didn't push her......

"Now you're quiet, huh? What kind of a big brother are you even?! Pushing me in front of the car! Why?! Just so you could 'show off' to your fucking best friend?!" She kept yelling at me.

I didn't push her....

"Come on! Say something you dick!"

I shivered, there it was again. The feeling of emptiness....

First my parents, then my other family members, and now my sister turned against me.

She hates me, because of some fucking lie our parents told her.

"I..... I didn't push you, Jo. I would never hurt my baby sister. It's a lie that they told you. A dirty lie." I looked up at her looming figure, tears built up in my eyes slowly.

She had so much hatred in her eyes, and it was all towards me.

"Wow, what a fucking wonderful big brother you are. I should've listened to them since you came out. I'm sorry Michael, but I don't trust you anymore." She said, turning around and leaving me alone at the dining table.

I felt myself shivering, I could feel eyes on me. So when I turned around, I saw my mom.

She looked furious, but amusement was in her eyes as well. Only it was hidden behind the rage that she didn't give me on the day of the accident.

"So? How do you feel?" She said, walking over. A smirk was forming on her face as she got closer and closer.

"What do you want?...." I glanced up at her, hoping she didn't see any of the argument with Jo.

"Nothing much. You know, if you actually paid attention to what was happening around you, maybe she wouldn't have ended up like that." She leaned against the table, right in front of me.

I kept quiet... I know that, but no one paid attention, except for Brittany....

"If only your dad wasn't with me in the hospital. You would've ended up in one of those beds, exactly like Joanna. But that would've also been bad, because the police would get me." Mom kept talking, she looked so fucking confident.

Anger was boiling up inside of me, she was using Jo. That Jo wasn't the one I grew up with.

"Shut the fuck up." I mumbled, glaring up at her.

"What was that?" She said, leaning towards me slightly.

"I said, shut the FUCK up." I said, slightly louder than before.

"Awww, is someone angry at me? How cute."

Getting up, I pointed at her.

"You... You... You bitch, you ruined my entire fucking life. After coming out to you, that's all you did. Gay's this, gay's that. You made me listen to your ongoing rants about how supposedly 'bad' I am! How I'm just a piece of trash, that I'm just high on something, or drunk, or that it's a disease. I hate you for that, I hate you so damn much. So fucking much."

I had tears rolling down my cheeks, and it felt so God damn good to say it out loud.

"I hate you too, honey. So get out of my fucking sight." She looked crazy, so I took the chance to run away before she could attack me at all.