it’s far fucking more to us.
Eating together is a tradition we’re not willing to break, and only did a few times as of recent when our world was fucked and never want to do it again. It’s something we promised each other as we grew, that no matter how fucked our world might be at times, no matter the wild, the trouble we’re facing, be it town drama or our own, the last meal of the day we’d spend together. At the end of the day it’s a good way to refresh our memories, in case we ever forget—if nothing else, we’ll always have each other.
Family by choice.
A reminder we bleed like everyone else, even if our world sets us apart from others our age.
I guess Brielle’s little mobster joke was semi on point.
I push my food aside, lying back on the shitty bed and flat pillows, staring up at the ceiling.
Mobster and musketeers.
The girl thinks she’s educated when it comes to our world.
I’m thinking not.
But why the fuck am I thinking of the brat to begin with?
Maybe I do need to go home.
As I think it, a nauseating need for a crowd creeps in, screaming for me to make my way toward others, the suffocating sense of how I’m sittin’ solo in this box of a room weighing next, but I force that bitch back.
I just said I was fine, and I am. I brought myself here. Told Mac to leave me here. I’m good.
I’m good.
I trace the crown molding on the ceiling, trying to focus on the overlapping paint and chipped corners, but my eyes pull toward the clock, and then to the silver key sitting beside it.
Fuck it.
I push to my feet, slip a black hoodie on and I’m out the door.
I don’t know where I’m going, but I can’t sit in a locked-up room full of shrieking silence, so I hop in the weak-ass car and off I go.
By the time I realize where I’m headed, I’m already there.
Parked right outside of Brielle’s aunt’s house.
The house is dark, so I’m ready to keep rolling, but then I spy a splash of silver.
What the fuck?
I hop out and stomp my ass across the yard, and sure as shit, there she is, slumped over one of those things stacked at the backs of every grocery store, still in her school uniform.
My muscles flex as I approach, but it doesn’t take long to realize she’s breathing, and frustration follows.
Irrational irritation flares in my gut. “Wake up.”
Brielle’s head pops up, her hair covering half her face as she manically whips her upper body from left to right.
In a fucking frenzy, she swipes the silver strands from her face, squeezing her eyes closed as tight as possible.
“Come on, come on, come on,” she whispers, her hands coming up to shield her, her fingers gently tapping at her lids.
“Hate to break it to you, little Bishop, but if you’re trying to wake yourself up... you ain’t sleepin’.”
Every muscle in her tiny body locks, her fingers spreading just enough to allow her to meet my gaze through the gap.
Her shoulders fall with her hands as if I wasn’t the cause of her little trip out just now, a frown quickly following.
“What are you doing here?” she hisses.
“Fuck are you doing out here?” I crouch down beside her, my elbows on my knees.
Her fingers come up to cover her yawn. “What time is it?”
My jaw tics. “Why you outside, in the fuckin’ dark, alone?”
Now she glares. “Stop answering my questions with a question.”
“Stop askin’ questions and answer mine.”
“Oh my god.” She shakes her head with a huff.
“The hell are you doing sleeping on a fucking box outside at nine at night?”
There. I gave her the time.
Consider me fucking kind.
“I was...” She trails off, spotting her books sitting beside her, and it’s as if a little light bulb flicks on.
“I was doing homework.” She nods, trying to convince herself. “I guess I fell asleep.”
I focus on the stack of shit at her side.
“Right.” I lick my lips, my eyes flicking to hers. “You finished your work, put it all together like a good little student would, set it down all nice and fuckin’ neat, and forgot to stand up and go inside?”
A crease forms along her forehead. “I was looking for Ursa Minor?”
My head tugs back. “Ursa what?”
“Star gazing?”
Slowly, one of my brows kicks up. “That a question?”
She pinches her mouth to the side.
I glance at the house, not a light left on as far