The next morning I was understandably pissed. My brother had betrayed me, he stuck a knife in my back and then Lily twisted the handle. Okay, so maybe Lily wasn't who I was mad at the most. She didn't know how I felt for her; at least I don't think she did. Lily had always been delightfully clueless when it came to the affairs of the heart. Still, I was angry and jealous and I took it out on the both of them.
Lily was up first, sipping on a cup of tea. She smiled innocently at me when I walked into the kitchen. This only infuriated me further, how dare she smile at me like she didn't just break my heart the night before. "Good morning Royce," she said to me, and I ignored her. I got my breakfast and stormed downstairs into the living room to eat at the table.
Moments later I heard James come down, and a few hushed words between he and Lily were exchanged. Seconds later James was hovering over me, the little bitch had tattle tailed. "Okay, I'm assuming you found out."
"Found out about what? You making out with the girl I was in love with, or that fact that you and her are dating now?" I snarled getting to my feet.
James glared at me. "Look, I get it, I'm not proud of what I did, but there's no point in taking it out on her. You're mad at me."
I shoved James. "No, I'm mad at the both of you! You promised me James! You promised you wouldn't steal her from me! Why couldn't you just leave this one alone?"
James shoved me back. "I like her Royce! I have for a while. I tried ignoring it but I can't. I'm a bad brother, you can hate me forever, but leave Lily out of it! Maybe you should go to a friend's house today..."
"Oh why? So you and your little pet whore can sex it up all day?" I cried shoving James again.
That was usually how our arguments worked, we'd shove each other maybe get into a little bit of a wrestling match but no blows had ever been exchanged, no real blows anyways. That morning, James hit me, he punched me in the nose, sending me crashing to the floor. "She is not a whore," he growled through gritted teeth. "And don't you talk like that about her ever again."
James left and when I got up Sean was above me. "Trouble in paradise?" he asked, handing me a tissue. I pulled myself up and he inched away from me. "Be careful, don't bleed on my shoes, they're suede!"
I glared at him and put the tissue to my bleeding nose. "James is dating Lily."
Sean looked surprised. "Really? Wow, that's impressive." I shoved passed him to the fridge looking for some ice. "You going to be okay kid?"
The tears were plaguing me again, I tried to tell myself it was because James had probably broken my nose, but I knew that wasn't the case. "He promised me Sean, he promised he wouldn't steal her and look what he did. I'm his brother, and he chose some stupid girl over me."
"To be fair, you'd probably choose some stupid girl over him too," Sean said, clapping a hand to my shoulder.
"But this isn't any stupid girl, this is Lily. She was special you know, and now she's got James all over her. I'll never be able to look at her the same." I explained.
"Oh they're not sleeping together. I heard them talk it over last night. She wants to wait and James agreed." Sean said. "If I know anything about James, I'd say he really does like her. You should keep that in mind."
I didn't keep it in my mind though. If I had I would have clued in that this wasn't the way James behaved. Not sleeping with the girl right away, I should have been asking who he was and what he had done with the real James. But no, unfortunately when it came to Lily, us, the Soran brothers, had one thing in common: Selfishness.
As I looked into myreflection, trying to see if I'd get the horrible under the eye bruises likeyou see in the movies, I decided I was going to do everything possible to breakup James and Lily.
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Three Brothers (Completed)
Roman d'amourThis story doesn't have a happy ending folks. This story is how love came into our lives, and how we chased it away. ---- Royce Soran, who is the youngest of the Soran brothers, has been hopelessly in love with Lily Dupree since we was eighteen. The...