Silently, Mute. [OLD VERSION]

Chapter Three

[Sasuke]

We pull up in front of my house and I stay in the car and slide down in my seat.

"Sasuke? Is this the right house?"

I nod and stay. I don't wanna go in there. Honestly, I should just see where this day goes.

"Look, I love hanging out with you but I'm already late to work so." He says, giving me a sympathetic smile.

I groan and grab my stuff.

"Wait!" He yells, startling me, and hands me his phone. "Here."

I take his phone and see he created a new contact, I put my information in and hand it to him.

"I'll text you okay?" He says and unlocks the doors to his car. I get out and walk to the front. I look back and Naruto is still in front of the house.

Is he waiting for me to go inside?

I take a deep breath and knock on the door.

I wait a few seconds and Itachi opens the door. Our eyes lock and he's glaring daggers at me. I try to walk by him but he puts his arm out and looks over my shoulder. I hear Naruto start to drive off.

I push on Itachi's arm and he lets me in. I try to speed walk back to my room, I pass through the living room.

"Hey son!" My Father greets, he and mom are watching TV cuddled up on the couch. I ignore him and try to make it to my room but I can hear Itachi hot on my tail.

I pick up my pace and open my door. I try to close it but Itachi's hand slams against the door stopping me. He shoves me into my room and closes the door behind him.

"Ah." I squeal and turn around to face him.

"I-." He pauses, furry evident in his eyes, his jaw clenched.

"I don't even know where to fucking start." He squints at me studying me like he's never seen me before.

"Do you like, think? Like seriously, I'm asking if you actually think about what you do before you do it."

I bite my lip. This bitch, who is he to say stuff like that to me when I've had to pick up his drunk ass multiple times. He's in no place to talk to me like this. If anything I've done more for them than he has for me.

I roll my eyes.

[Fuck you.] I sign and take a step back but he just takes one forward getting even closer in my face than before.

"Who the fuck even was that!" He yells. "Where were you?! What did you do? Like, Sasuke you had me worried sick, what the fuck is wrong with you!?"

The end of my mouth starts to twitch from all the bullshit Itachi is spitting in my face. I could ask the same about him, but I don't, you know why? Because it's not my fucking business. You'd think he'd know the same.