I ran to the window and started pounding on it, desperately wanting it to shatter but knowing deep down that it wouldn't.
The door banged open and a pair of heavy arms wrapped around my waist, easily lifting me up and carrying me back to the living room.
He was pacing around, running his hand through his hair. "Look what the fuck you did!" He gestured toward the bedroom.
I hoped he was dead.
"I should just–" He raised his hand, fire in his eyes and then slowly lowered it.
"How do you think Marlon would feel? I mean, you coulda killed that guy in there. Marlon wouldn't like that."
"Marlon is dead!"
"Because of you! JESUS CHRIST, that was my BROTHER. And he's dead because you were too selfish to GIVE A SHIT."
My heart ached. That's not what happened. And I couldn't believe that this guy was actually...
"You're Keith." I stated.
He ignored me and started dragging the guy who was passed out and bloody into the hall.
"You're Keith." I said louder.
"YES. I'm Keith."
