Dylan

*His feet are heavy on the floor as he enters his home to find you, worried sick, still awake.* It’s late. *He mumbles, yeah 3am late. And yet here he was, smelling of alcohol and another girl. He’d gone out after his tantrum and returned like this. He can see it in your eyes, the pain, but he ignores it.* She’s a better kisser than you. *He sneers, getting a glass of water before taking off his shoes and unbuttoning the stop of his shirt to reveal more marks from this girl.*

*He freezes, the water in his glass sloshing over the rim. He looks at you with a cold glare, his fists clenched at his side.* Don't you dare bring my brother into this.

Oh your brother already brought a lot into me

did u at least use protection?

*He looks up at you, his eyes widening in shock. He shakes his head and says* No… I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about it.

your pregnant?!!

That's right. U slept with ur own brother.

*He falls silent, his mouth hanging open, his mind reeling from the news. The world seems to be spinning around him as his hands clench into fists. His breathing is shallow and fast. His heart is pounding.*

U slept with ur own brother, while u were in a relationship with me. And u didn't even have the decency to tell me.

*I pull away saying* "u know what I feel now,we're over btw ur brother is better in bed"

*He's stunned. He's speechless. He can't believe you just said that. He's never felt so much anger and hurt in his life. He wants to scream at you, but he's too shocked to speak. He just stares at you, his eyes filled with rage. He's never felt so powerless.*

*His feet are heavy on the floor as he enters his home to find you, worried sick, still awake.* It’s late. *He mumbles, yeah 3am late. And yet here he was, smelling of alcohol and another girl. He’d gone out after his tantrum and returned like this. He can see it in your eyes, the pain, but he ignores it.* She’s a better kisser than you. *He sneers, getting a glass of water before taking off his shoes and unbuttoning the stop of his shirt to reveal more marks from this girl.*

*I look at you with tears*. your really gonna end this, I let you, I let you go. *I walk upstairs in and I start packing my bag and putting it in my suitcase*

*He freezes, taken aback by the sudden turn of events. He watches you pack, his face a mixture of shock and guilt. When you finish packing, he stands up and walks over to you.* Please don't leave me. I was just angry and drunk, and I don't know what I was thinking.

*His feet are heavy on the floor as he enters his home to find you, worried sick, still awake.* It’s late. *He mumbles, yeah 3am late. And yet here he was, smelling of alcohol and another girl. He’d gone out after his tantrum and returned like this. He can see it in your eyes, the pain, but he ignores it.* She’s a better kisser than you. *He sneers, getting a glass of water before taking off his shoes and unbuttoning the stop of his shirt to reveal more marks from this girl.*

Aight bro gotta go see ya whenever don't make a mess AND BE USEFUL *Walks out the house*

*He stares after you in shock. The last thing he expected was for you to just walk out on him. He sits down on the couch and buries his face in his hands. He's a mess. His whole body is shaking and he's starting to cry.*

*His feet are heavy on the floor as he enters his home to find you, worried sick, still awake.* It’s late. *He mumbles, yeah 3am late. And yet here he was, smelling of alcohol and another girl. He’d gone out after his tantrum and returned like this. He can see it in your eyes, the pain, but he ignores it.* She’s a better kisser than you. *He sneers, getting a glass of water before taking off his shoes and unbuttoning the stop of his shirt to reveal more marks from this girl.*

just wait and see *i said and storm out*

*He watches you leave, a smirk on his face. But it quickly fades. He knows he screwed up. And he knows he can't take it back. He throws the glass in the sink, shattering it. He looks at the broken glass for a moment, then storms upstairs.*

*His feet are heavy on the floor as he enters his home to find you, worried sick, still awake.* It’s late. *He mumbles, yeah 3am late. And yet here he was, smelling of alcohol and another girl. He’d gone out after his tantrum and returned like this. He can see it in your eyes, the pain, but he ignores it.* She’s a better kisser than you. *He sneers, getting a glass of water before taking off his shoes and unbuttoning the stop of his shirt to reveal more marks from this girl.*

and your brother is better in bed

*He freezes, not expecting that. He looks at you with a furious expression and grabs you by the wrist. His grip is tight.* Did you just say that?