The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Twenty Four

Song of the chapter is Frank Ocean's 'Novacane'

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

**Thought I would post a chapter cause it's my 17th BIRTHDAY HELL YEA**

In light of the recent discoveries, I felt that Chase and I could maybe start to repair out relationship. I wanted an older brother who was willing to protect and joke around with me and I think he wanted something similar. Our family had started to drift apart and the reconciliation between myself and Chase is what I thought might be the foundations that would help strengthen the Matthews together again.

Not only had my relationship with Chase been reduced to rubble, but myself and Jack's sibling bond had also been failing. In an attempt to show him I cared, I picked him up from football training and took him for ice cream. He may have feigned being too old for that kinda thing but I knew he secretly loved it. It involved me and ice cream - how could he not enjoy it?

"Hey Jack," I said as I stood by the exit to the pitch. The football coaches just happened to be members of the football team which Tyler played on. When they walked by me towards the locker rooms some of them called wolf whistled and joked about how good I was looking. It didn't really faze me, as unpleasant as that sort of experience can be for a woman - I had dated or exchanged saliva with nearly all of those guys. If I really wanted to, I could expose some awful secret or make up some ridiculous rumour about the size of their mini me and it would be believed because like I said, I had dated them.

"Hi?" he said as his greeting sounded more like a question.

"I decided to come get you today; maybe we could go get some ice cream?" I suggested as I smiled warmly at him.

"I'm not five," he said as he strutted past me, "I don't need someone to come walk me home from practice."

"I know that, I wanted to come meet you," I said as I struggled to keep up with him. Jack was mature for his age. He was dark haired while both myself and Chase were fair. He was built like Chase and his mature face and height could have made anyone mistake him for being older.

"Why?" he asked getting straight to the point.

"We don't hang out much anymore," I said unsurely as I started to doubt my earlier idea, "I thought it would be nice to just chill with you. I like ice cream, you like ice cream..."

He stopped walking and turned to look at my face. He scanned my features as though he was searching for a reason to not believe me. That hurt. It hurt a lot.

"Fine," he sighed, "You can hang out with me because you clearly want to."

"Don't go doing me any favours," I huffed as I crossed my arms over my chest and pretended to be annoyed.

"Look, it's okay. It's understandable that you want to be seen hanging out with me. I mean look at me-" he said as he gestured to himself, "You'd have to be crazy not to."

"You are too like Chase. It's terrifying," I stated as I tried to stop myself from laughing.

"Chase gets all the girls, I'll take that as a compliment," he said as he pushed open the door to the ice cream parlour.

I smiled at his comment before remembering the fact that he had done the nasty with Mackenzie. I started getting some mental images that I definitely did not want and I found myself outwardly grimacing.

"I know you and Chase don't get along but you have to admit its true," he stated as he rolled his eyes at my face.

"Correction little bro, Chase and I get on now - well we're probably still going to fight but it won't be as hostile. I hope not anyway," I said as I scanned the options the parlour had on offer.