"Would you believe me if I said I'm sorry?" Marcus asked. He stood behind the chair I was sitting in, towering over me.  I rubbed my face. The room was silent except for our breathing.

"Marcus? Yo, you comin?" 

"Yeah, just a minute!" He said to them. To me he said, "We'll talk about it later." He left, and the door was slammed shut. I leaned forward, shaking silently with tears. I heard the howling laughter of Marcus and his gang. I should be used to this by now, but I wasn't. My door opened, sweeping softly against my carpet. Trenton walked in then. Pulling me into a hug, he let me cover his shirt in snot and tears. My brother was always there for me.