T.E.E.N (TYLER, EVANS, ERIC & NATHAN)

Chapter 6: Nathan

"Can't believe those fucking bitches are dying off" Retorted Tyler, puffing out rings into the atmosphere swinging his foot from the back of his truck

"Hmm"

My mind was some where else. On someone else. Lori.

She hasn't  spoken since her friend Candice died. And that's been three whole frigging months now. Shit. Guess after Amanda's unsudden death then hers made it too much for her mental state. This is just getting more fucking worse than the last ones we had.

Why the fuck do I even bother with this shit?

I was drawn back to reality by Tyler's irritated voice calling my name.

"What?" I asked still gaining up at the sky from the back of the truck, tilt my head to the side on my arms to get a view of his scowling face

"Where the fuck did you go, bro?" He breathe through smoke, arching a brown

"Nowhere"

"Did you even hear any of what I just said?"

"No" I plainly replied setting back my head to it's previous position

"What. The. Fuck. Nathan?. You've been off since this last batch"

"What are you talking about?" I asked nonchalantly with a deep heavy sigh.

Taking out my vaper and taking a long deep draw before exhaling.

" You've been fucking moping around like a bitch for the past four months, dick wad" His voice was all too strict  as he turn around to face me taking a drag

Like Dad's. Sir. And I Fucking. Hate. It.

" Really "

"Seriously dude. What the fuck is wrong with you?. Evans and Eric says the same thing"

" Hmm" Taking another drag closing my eyes

" Are you fucking falling for that bitch what's her name?" He scoffs, laughing out loud

Something in me boils and  wants to correct him .

It's Lori you dumb fuck.

But decided against it as it would only complicated the already complex situation. Which wouldn't be good for Lori and the girls.

"Na" I said sliding off onto my feet brushing off my jeans front and stomping.

I was done with this nonsense of a conversation with the Neanderthal of what I had to call a brother...who only lives to fuck, torture and kill as though it was a hobbie.

"Where're you going?"

" Back to the house" I waved walking back down the dirt trailer towards the direction of our house

"Why?" He shouting angrily

"Cause you're too fucking annoying, Tyler" I flung over my shoulder

When I arrived at the house it was quiet and relieved of the obnoxious metal music those too dick wads always seem to blear when they're here, casually I strode down the long hall, my boots clicking against the wooden floor and descending down the hall. Announcing my presence. The door to Sir's study was ajar, sign that he wasn't here and probably off at some boring old board meeting or his extra 'other' activity that lead to his own selfish distasteful desire that only lead to countless others demise and unforgettable families heartache.

Most without ever finding those they've lost by the hands of a sadistic father and my demented older brothers and by my lack of protest to stop their fucking madness. the count stood at 18,000 not counting my brothers which stood at 100 and counting.