The Game Without Rules

Chapter Twenty

No, you don't

I've manage to maintain what's left of my self control but I'm slowly losing my mind. I haven't eaten in days and it's starting to become habit.

So lost in my thoughts I've completely forgotten about Kara's figure standing in my doorway. It doesn't matter, I don't turn around anyway.

"It's fine Kara let me take it from here." Noah's here. Figures.

I hear a sigh and slight shuffling before silence greets the both of us once again.

"You can't keep sitting here. You can't just stop your life because of one person."

I can and I did.

"You have your whole life ahead of you and sitting here isn't going to bring him back or hurt him. It's only hurting one person. You."

He's wrong. I don't have my whole life ahead of me, no one does. An asteroid can hit us right now, I could get into a car accident, the house can catch fire, anything. The only day that can  guarantee us is yesterday. If I die today, I die knowing that will never experience the one joy in life. Love.

"He's here."

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear his words and raise my head as I continue to look out the window.

He accepts my acknowledgment and continues.

"He's in New York." He starts off and I hear his feet clang against the hardwood as he moves closer. "Has been for the past few days."

What?!

I've been sitting here like a zombie and he's been here and hasn't thought to stop by or call to explain his reasons for leaving in the first damn place.

"How is it that you know this?" My voice croaks a little as it comes from my lips harshly.

"I've kept in touch with him since he left." His simple words anger me as I stand from my current seat.

I'm fuming, but I have every right to.

For two weeks I've been waiting for answers and my brother chose to withhold them.

"That's so great. So you guys are best friends now?" I regain my voice and my words come out bitterly sarcastic.

How could he do this to me? His sister.

"I felt like it's he's decision whether wanted to explain his reasons for leaving." He says ignoring my former dig.

"Where is he?"

Noah looks taken aback before quickly masking it with a blank expression. He doesn't speak instead he pulls out his phone and begins typing.

"I just texted you the address."

Looking at my phone I see that he has so I grab my coat and shoes before gradually moving past Noah.

"I know your mad but please just lay off the yelling today. He's hurting too." I'm slipping on my shoes as he speaks.

Hurting. He's hurting.