Falling For My Exchange Brother | BOOK 1,2,3

26. Lovers' Quarrel

|_Arthur_

"Aren't you impressed by William's desire to help us out?"

I look at my dad as he and I walked through the building William somehow rented. Him and his dad are arriving at a different time.

He did that purposely so that my dad and I are forced to be together. Not that that's a problem...

"Of course. He try best to bring this for us. You say thank you?" I ask him, and he shook his head no. "Why not?"

"I just haven't gotten down to doing it. It's not like I woke up very first thing in the morning and rushed into your guys bedroom. Wasn't he still asleep?" He questions me. I end up nodding because he was asleep, but he told me goodbye - saw me off.

"Yes...I want to also-."

"Don't apologize Arthur. Everything you said was true - nothing false. You didn't exactly...lie to me. I just was surprised...because it seemed like you hated me now and we're going to cut all ties at that moment in time." My dad confesses as we began to go up a flight of stairs.

I saw we were heading towards a balcony and I knew it was a comfortable cool outside. The sun was still rising when we went out, seeing the table that was already set.

When I went towards the balcony railings I took notice of how familiar the sunrise was. It reminded me of when I was kidnapped... How William drove his Lamborghini through the forest and brought me near the Hollywood sign...

Even though there are such bad connotations behind why we even went there in the first place. I applaud him taking me there so that I couldn't run away - smart.

"I actually don't really like sunrises." I heard my dad say, and I look at him. He stood beside me while looking at the sunset in distaste.

"Why?"

"You probably won't like this...but when you were born it was around the time of a sunrise. Your mother...honestly did not want to have anymore of my kids and the hatred was evident-."

"Why are you telling me this? I already know my mother hates me." I interrupt him, becoming uncomfortable and slightly frustrated.

"You are the closest to looking like me - and she hates me. I don't think it's you exactly that she hates - she can't be that...horrible of a person. Your mother and I have countless kids, I've raised them all...I apologize that I couldn't even get the choice to raise you; but maybe that was for the best." He ends up saying.

"How is that?"

"You became a way better person than me. Your four other brothers are...not so great. I raised them like they were my friends - not like they were my own kids. Because of that they are very undisciplined and...like me, but kind of worse. They all get along with their mother, but I don't truly understand her hate towards you. It's kind of baffling to me." My dad ends up telling me.

I still would've preferred if I was raised by my parents. Though it's becoming apparent to me that that was never meant to happen. I've already met one of my brothers - and he's horrible...

Imagining the other three...

"I'm twenty-six...who out of my other four brothers are the oldest. Name them off to me and their ages." I almost found myself demanding from him.

"Ah, okay. Well your oldest full brother is twenty-eight. I know we were kind of young, but we had horrible parents. Your grandparents are actually alive on both sides. I don't think...you want to meet them though. Oldest brother is twenty-eight and his name is Pierce. Your second and third are twins - they're twenty-seven and named Keating and Sutton. You met Remi...right?"