Bruel my best friend. Maybe my shit will fall into place one day. For now, I’ll be licking my wounds in style at the top of the swankiest penthouse in all of New York City.
“Everybody Wants To Rule The World” by Tears For Fears
These last few weeks have been the longest weeks of my bloody life. Even longer than having to wait for my sister at a restaurant to celebrate her birthday, only to find out she’s never coming back. I miss my Isa; it just doesn’t stop hurting knowing that he gets to live while she’s long gone.
I've been trying to follow Emily and her worthless husband for weeks, and I don't know what to do with myself anymore. Why hasn't she called me? Did she not feel what I felt? How could a smart, kind, beautiful woman like her believe that lying, cheating, scumbag of a man? How did Isa fall for him, too? Why are all these women willing to give their love to him? If she were mine, I'd make her smile all day long. I'd spoil her and kiss the fucking ground she walks on. I know what that sick fucker is into and it's not being married and making one woman happy, that’s for sure! The arsehole hasn't left Emily’s side to let her goddamn piss on her own in the last few weeks. I just need to talk to her. She needs to know. I couldn't save my sister, but I need to save her. I need to save that beautiful woman who has crawled under my skin and set up camp from that monster if it's the last thing I do. That’s what Isa would want me to do.
I hate staying in this hotel in this goddamn city. Everything my eyes touch brings me back to Isa. At least in St. Lucia I’m too busy to think about all the shit that makes up my life. How I went from having a family to being part of a broken team of strangers. I miss my life when my sister still lived at home. Maybe I should go back home. Emily clearly wasn’t as affected by our encounter as I let myself imagine. I bring my fingers to my nose and I know it’s crazy but I can still smell her on my skin. I’ve washed my hands a thousand times since that night and yet I bloody swear her scent is etched in my brain.
As much as my fucked-up head keeps telling me to get as far away from her and New York as humanly possible, my broken heart won’t hear it. My heart wants what it wants and it wants Emily. I wouldn’t even need that long with her, just a few hours to tell her the truth. To tell her all about the heartless monster she thinks she loves. She doesn't know what I know. I can't just leave her here with him. My sister trusted him, loved him, and he just tossed her out and married the first young innocent girl he met. Isa would’ve been thirty-five on Sunday. I can't leave, I won’t leave¸ I won't let him destroy Emily; she needs me!
I have two hours before she’s out to go running in the park with her trainer. Today, I'm going to talk to her. A loud banging brings me out of my thoughts. Who's knocking on my door at seven in the morning? I ordered breakfast for eight. Strange. I get up from the chair I’ve been sitting in for the last two hours, watching the sunrise over central park.
“Hold your face, I'm coming!” The banging actually gets louder. “Bloody hell, give me a minute,” I yell as I walk across my suite to the door. I don’t even ask or look to see who it is before opening the door. As soon as I open the door, my heart stops and then instantly jump-starts from the view. In front of me is the person I loathe most in the world. I would love to murder this animal and gladly spend the rest of my life in jail with the biggest smile on my face. Why does he get to live while my sister lies dead? I ask myself for the millionth time. “Look who came to visit. Louis ‘The Wanker’ Bruel, to what do I owe this revolting pleasure? Did your doctors say it was all right for you to leave the hospital?” How did he