CHAPTER 11
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CHECK OUT the pick
EXCEPT BLAKE DOESNT HAVE LONG HAIR!!! AHHH
COMEMNT VOTE
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I decided that I was going to sleep in the room but I remembered that – that was where Megan was sleeping and I don’t want to get into it with her. I tiptoed silently across the hallways and opened random doors. There was rooms in this house I had never even seen before. I found mikes room and the light was on, I should maybe give him some time to get over last night with the kicker. I walked to Brian’s room where I saw a dim blue light illuminating from under the door. I turned the knob hoping to god that Rachel wasn’t here. And thank the lord she wasn’t.
Brian was sitting on the bed watching T.V
He turned to look at me
“hey” I whispered
“hey” he replied.
I made my way over to his bed and sat down next to him.
“so?” he asked
“oh yeah I'm sleeping here tonight”
“- Blake kicked you out of his room- haha”
“no- no. it’s not that jerk I just thought I should give him space- and give you less so here I am!” I said
“lucky me” he said sarcastically
“oh shutup” I replied punching him.
I laid down pulling the sheets over me, listening to the T.V’s sound. It actually irritated me so I got up and grabbed the remote from Brian angrily and clicked It off. the second I did it, I felt bad.
“sorry” I mumbled turning it back on
“what’s wrong with you?” he asked softly
“nothing” I replied sighing and laying back down
“you know I’ll turn it off if you just asked” he said
“no it’s okay- I don’t mind” I lied
“whatever” he said
I tried to sleep but the conversation kept flying through my head- replaying itself over and over constantly – Blake's voice was still fresh in my head as I again replayed his words- my reaction- what I had said. I thought about everything
“Brian?” I mumbled
“yeah?” he asked
“question:”
“shoot”
“how come- how come Blake is so much mea- stricter than you and Mike?” I asked
Brian sighed
“Blake- well, my bros got a lot riding on him, he is going to be the next king, King of this country. He never wanted the position of power- never cared for it.”
“Blake doesn’t like to be in control pshht” I cut him off
“anyways-my parents thought having slaves and shit around would help him learn to control things- he’s learned a lot from our dad but he still needs practice”
“he’s only 18” I whispered
“yeah- they started him off from a young age, I mean he’s the first child. Not his fault but that just how things are. I mean Mike likes power but were twins- both 17. And I was born first and obviously came out better looking- blue eyes shaggy dirty blond hair- compared to his brown eyes and brown hair- ”
