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"Thank you for dinner Anastasia, it was wonderful." Tessa says while helping Anastasia with the dishes. I walk into the living room and plop down on the couch, putting my feet up.
It's been a long day. I can't wait for this weekend to end.
I sit in the living room, waiting for Tessa to get done helping Anastasia. I should have went back to the room. I hope she's done soon. I didn't want to come out for dinner, but she begged me to. Plus it isn't Anastasias fault for what Christian did. Why I hate him. I can't take it out on her.
"What are you doing?" A small voice asks, Theodore. I roll my eyes.This kid is so nosey.
"Waiting." I say, moving my feet off the couch as Theodore sits down, making himself comfortable on the couch next to me.
"Waiting for what?" His face confused.
"My girlfriend. Who else would I be waiting for?"
He sits quietly for a moment as if he's thinking of a question to ask.
"Are you mad at my dad?" He asks.
My head snaps up and I look at him, caught off guard.
"Why would you ask that?" I ask.
"You were mad today, when we came back you left us and then I heard you yelling at my daddy." He looks down.
"I — I don't know if I'm mad at him or not." I say quietly.
"My daddy said you were mad at him a long time ago." Theodore says,
"Yeah. I was mad at him." I say, raising my eyebrows.
"Did he say sorry to you?" Theodore looks at me.
"What?" Where is Tessa. She needs to save me from this conversation. Let alone a conversation like this with a 4 year old.
"My mommy says that I have to say sorry when I do something wrong." He says.
"Yeah he said sorry. But I don't know if I forgive him yet." I say. I mean at least I'm being honest with the kid. Even if it is his dad.
"I'm sorry you don't forgive my dad. He must have really made you sad." Theodore says.
He looks at me with those sad eyes. He leans in and wraps his arms around me.
What is he doing? Is he — he's hugging me.
I don't know what to do. I pat his back and try and shrug him off me. He lets go.
"What was that?" I ask him.
"You looked sad. I gave you a hug to make you feel better." He says with a smile.
"Well — thanks I guess." I smile back at him.
"Theodore can you give Hardin and I a minute alone. I'll be up to tuck you in bed in a second." Christian comes in.
My smile goes away and my jaw tightens up. My eyes turn back to dark.
"Goodnight Hardin." Theodore says before running up the stairs.
Christian takes a seat next to me where Theodore was sitting. I put my focus on the wall where there's a small chip.
"He's a good kid you know." I say.
Christian looks at me.
"I know. He gets that from his mother." Christian smiles.
"He thinks I hate you." I say.
"Well do you?"
I look up at him. "I don't know anymore. I've been mad at you for so long."
"Hardin, I'm sorry I really am. I did some fucked up things in my life, some selfish things. I was so worried about when my next high was, I didn't care about anything else. And that sucks because I made a promise to myself that I wasn't going to leave the way our father left"
I can't help but laugh at the talk about our dad — Ken. Christian doesn't even know about Ken yet I bet.
"Trey and those other guys, that is apart of my past. I was trying to get out of it a few years ago and he told me if I delivered for him one more time I would be done and he'd leave me alone." Christian takes a deep breath.
"Clearly that didn't do it." I snap.
"I know Hardin. I know that. But I'm trying here, and I won't let anything happen to my family again."
I lean over into my knees.
"Please Hardin. I'm trying here. I want to have a relationship with you like we did when we were kids. I know it's going to take time, but please."
He looks at me, pleading with his eyes.
"Me too." My voice cracks
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"Then can we please get past this." He begs.
I take a deep breath and nod, looking up and smiling at my brother. The one who I looked up to as a kid, before everything. The pain inside me slowly becomes buried, the demons finally laying to rest and for a moment it feels like I have my brother back.
