Sister to Jonas

Anger

Brexley's POV

"So, tomorrow. Are we hanging out again?" Jason asks me as we turn onto my street.

"Yeah, we could..." I say, trailing off as I notice a car parked in the spot Jason always stops at to drop me off.

"Damn. Who's Lambo is that? Thing's nice," he says, obviously impressed by it. But I know whose it is. It's as familiar to me as my last name, and I didn't think I'd ever see it again.

"Shit," I say, as everything sinks in. If that car is parked here, then it means the owner is inside somewhere, and I don't want to see him.

"Do you know that person?" Jason says, confused.

"That's Joe's car," I say, burying my head in my hands.

"Joe? Your brother Joe?"

"Yeah," I say, hopping out of the car to inspect it. It's definitely my twin's car, there's no denying it. "That damn idiot! He can't take a hint! Why does he think I've been ignoring his shitty attempts to contact me? Because I don't want to talk to him!"

"Brex, he's probably trying to fix things."

"Little late!"

"I agree, but better late than never, right? You think he's inside?"

"He has to be. He wouldn't be over here otherwise; he never comes out this way anymore."

"Well, do you want me to stay with you until you figure this out?" Jason asks.

I consider his offer carefully. Yes, it would be comforting to have him with me if I have to talk to Joe, but then again, I don't need to have my boyfriend as my bodyguard when all I'm doing is seeing my brother. The brother that, for roughly twenty-three years of my life, was my best friend and I was inseparable from. There's no reason why I can't handle this myself.

"I'll be fine, but thanks for the offer," I tell Jason.

"Okay. I guess just call or text me later, then?" he says.

"Of course. Thanks, Jay," I say, waving to him as he drives off. Then, I collect myself before heading through the lobby and up to my apartment.

I stop outside the door, unsure of whether or not I want to enter. I know Joe is inside right now, and I'm sure when I see him all the emotions I've felt over the last few years are going to rise to the surface. But I have to go home sometime; I can't just stay out here in the hallway all night, so I'm going to have to face him. Slowly, I push the door open.

He's sitting on the couch when I enter, but as soon as he sees me he gets to his feet, hands behind his back. Different emotions are flickering rapidly across his face, and I'm sure they are on mine as well. For a few seconds, we just stare at each other. And then my anger bubbles up and overcomes me before I can even process what's happening.

"What the fuck is your problem?" I screech at him.

"W-what?" he asks.

"What makes you think you can just ignore every attempt I make at contacting you, not speak to me for two years, and then suddenly try to get ahold of me when it's convenient for you?"

"Brexley, I just-"

"No! You're an asshole! You flip out on me over something so stupid, you storm out of here like an idiot, and then you make no attempts to contact me for two years! And now that you've decided you want to talk to me, now you think I should just be so glad to see you and accept you back with open arms!"

"I never said-"

"You implied it!"

"WILL YOU LET ME TALK?" Joe bellows, obviously pissed that I keep cutting him off. I fall silent, an angry scowl plastered on my face as I glare at him. "Yes, I know I shouldn't have waited so long to try and talk to you, but it's not fair for you to say I made no attempt at it. I texted you three weeks after the fight happened, and got nothing in return. What was I supposed to do?"

"KEEP TRYING! That's what I did! I texted you so many times, even called you and left a voicemail that you probably didn't even have the courtesy to listen to! Joe, I ran after you when you left! And you texted me once and thought that was good enough until the other day!" I yell at him.

"I know, but I didn't want to push you too far! I knew you hated me, and quite frankly, I hated you too! We both did stupid shit that day, we both were angry at each other, we both needed time to cool down! And for the record, I listened to that voicemail numerous times. It's still on my phone."

"WE DIDN'T NEED TWO YEARS' WORTH OF TIME TO COOL DOWN!"

"Well, you know what? I'm not the only one at fault here! You could've reached out again at any point too!" he screams back.

"You're the one who left! You're the one who wouldn't talk to me! You text me that you're sorry and you think that's good enough? You think I should handle the rest and you don't have to put in any effort? That's such bullshit!"

"At least I'm here now! I flew all the way across the country for literally only twenty-four hours because I care a ton about our relationship as siblings and I want to try and fix it, even when it seems like it's past that point! I can't change the choices I made two years ago!"

"Neither can I!"

"I know! I'm not asking you to, I'm just trying to explain my side of the story and the emotions I felt! Look, I didn't come here so we could berate each other. I came here to apologize. If you don't want to hear it, then I'm just going to leave. I'm not going to sit here and scream at you anymore."

"Do you know what? Fine. Let's hear it."

Man, I can't wait to hear this. He's so full of shit, it makes me laugh, but let's see what he's got.