EVIL VILLAIN (The Royal Court #3) - Rebel Hart Page 0,4
without even looking back. “Dad brought me a breakfast sandwich this morning. I ate most of it, I swear.”
Skipping meals too? This kid was a chip off the ol’ block.
“I know from experience that not eating when you’re sad is bad for you,” I said.
Gus’ head flipped backwards in my direction and his eyes got a little wider. “Cherri.”
“Hey kid,” I greeted. “How’s it going?”
Gus looked at me for a few more minutes and then turned back round to face his game again. “Fine.”
Ouch. No elated hug, not even a smile. My dad didn’t lie; Gus was upset. Instead of pressing, I walked over and sat down next to his chair and sat down on the floor. He didn’t look over from his game, but he shifted uncomfortably in his chair. I waited until it seemed like he was at a safe spot in his game, then I held out my hand for the controller. He looked down at my hand, but then flopped it in, and I took control of the person on the game.
“So, what do I do?” I asked. I’d never been much of a gamer, but it was one of Gus’ favorite things to do and I used to play with him a lot before I moved out.
“That sword in your hand is actually a key,” he said. “Those little black things, you can hit them with it, and you’re trying to find something to unlock with the key.”
“Ah, a key that is functional both as a sword and an actual key, how useful,” I said and then I laughed, but Gus didn’t join me, and eventually my smile faded.
It was so much worse that he was angry. It was like he’d forced himself to write me off and didn’t know what to do now that I was back again. I’d gambled with my very rare and precious relationship with my little brother. I hated that so much.
I followed along the path, striking any of the enemies that I could find, and then in the distance on the level, I saw a keyhole focused in the middle of a fountain. I started to charge forwards, but all of a sudden, the game went into a cutscene, and a much bigger monster than the ones I’d fought came falling from the sky.
“Whoa!” I yelped, then I handed the controller back. “Here. I don’t wanna cost you the game.”
Gus took back over, expertly making short work of the bad guy, then he sweetly offered the controller back to me so I could use the key and unlock the hole I’d found. It sent the game into another cutscene, and at the end of it, it gave me an option to save the game, which I did, then I turned the game off and moved so I was facing Gus instead. He didn’t put up a fight, but wouldn’t look at me, which hurt me more.
“Gus, look at me.” He didn’t look up, so I reached out and grabbed his hands. “Gus. I know you’re upset with me. I want to apologize.”
“You don’t have to say sorry,” he replied with a heartbreaking tone in his voice. “You just went away for awhile, that’s what mom said.”
I ran a hand through my short half-brown and half-blond dyed hair. “Yeah. I was having a hard time and I just needed to deal with it.”
“I hope you found something to help,” he replied. “When I’m sad, you help me, so if I couldn’t help you, I hope someone else could.”
It was like a knife straight to the heart. In his own nine-year-old way, he was asking me why he wasn’t good enough to help me through what I was going through. Thinking of him going to sleep every night wondering why I didn’t come to him when I was sad killed me. He deserved a better explanation than the one I had. He put his faith in me, and I essentially told him he wasn’t worth mine.
“Gus, you are who helps me when I’m sad. I don’t know why I didn’t come to you. I think I was just so confused with how sad I was. Have you ever been so sad that nothing makes sense at all?”
He shrugged. “Just when you left.”
Oh man, the kid was aiming straight for my throat. How was he making me feel so terrible without even trying? “I’m sorry, buddy. I’m so sorry. You know how much I love you, right?”