The Game Without Rules

Chapter Twenty

Are you serious? What the hell does he has to be hurting about?

He left me.

"If only he was so lucky." I say not looking back in Noah direction as I put my coat on then I'm off out the door, down the stairs, and out the door again.

Rain is pouring as expected and what's not expected is this weather for the start of summer.

Noah's words replay in my head and I think maybe I shouldn't get as angry at him today. Maybe he is hurting. Maybe he's hurting about something I don't understand. Something I well never will understand.

The car stops at the address Noah gave me and I've never seen this place before. This townhouse.

Why would he be here and not at his apartment?

Taking a deep breathe to calm my nerves I knock on the door repeatedly.

I stand there as the rain soaks me and I'm starting to think I should've brought an umbrella.

The door doesn't open right away but when I does it reveals two women in about their early twenties as they cling onto their high heels in hand before walking past me. I choose to ignore their questioning looks and walk inside. When I do I'm soon hit with the overwhelming smell of sex and cigarettes that floats throughout the house.

"Why are you here?" Looking up I seeing Alex whose walking towards me. His words are still harsh as they come out tiredly from his lips.

I subconsciously start moving backwards before I stand closer to the open door where fresh air was coming from.

"I heard you were back." I try to reframe from speaking out in anger but he makes it so hard.

Looking around the home I notice pictures. But in every picture always had the same guy. The guy looked oddly familiar.

"There's a reason I didn't call."

Ouch. I will say that stings.

My eyes continue to skim the pictures until it finally lands on one with the guy and Alex. They seem so happy as they smile for the picture and that's when it hits me.

Charles Dalloway

The older brother of Alex Dalloway and oldest child Robert and Nora Dalloway.

My eyes then wonder to the small table behind Alex and I see it. The headline.

Charles Dalloway Dead from Drug Overdose

It's been so long that I've completely forgot. Almost everyone forgot after news died down two year ago. But Alex didn't. I wouldn't either if it was me.

Today was the anniversary of Charles Dalloway's death.

And this was his house.

And Alex, his little brother, was standing here in front of me looking completely broken.

"That's why I came." Because he didn't call.

"Then you understand that I don't want to see you?" He says smugly.

I almost want to choke him. Almost.

"I know what today is." He stiffens at my words before his jaw clinches and unclenches.

"And?"

You know what I've had enough I tried. I really did.

Turning around I walk out into the rain before turning back. "I get that your hurting but that doesn't mean you have to be bitter jackass to anyone whose trying to help you. I know that you wanted me to come here. At least deep down because if you didn't you wouldn't haven't have given this address to Noah know that he would give it to me." I turn my back angrily his way before practically stomping back towards the car. A grabs my arm causing me to snap back in his direction.

He towers over me and his face is angry. "I don't need anyone especially not some desperate Manhattan debutant like you."

My body was now in full control and before I know it my hand meets the side of Alex's perfectly chiseled face. I think that slap did more damage to me than him as I grab my wrist in pain. For a glimpse of second his eyes soften but soon are replaced with cold ones.

"I'm here because I'm your friend and news flash friends are there for one another." I'm fuming as I yell at him and this seems to make him mad.

"WE CANT BE FRIENDS!! DON'T YOU GET IT!!" My breathing heavies and I'm silenced. "Friends don't feel for each other the way I feel about you. I can't just be your friend." His voice is soft as he breathes through each word in confession.

He's right.

We can't be friends.

That kiss proved that.

"If I can't have all of you then I can't bare to be around any of you." He says and my eyes get lost into his once more. I then start to remember that we're standing in the pouring rain and we're bound to get sick.

He wants me.

But he left?

Because he wants you.

But do I want him?

Of course you do. You wouldn't be here if you didn't.

"Then kiss me."

He doesn't hesitate and does so. He lips kiss mine greedily as if he's been longing for them for these past two weeks. His mouth moves against mine and I feel as his lips turn up into a smile. His tongue traces my bottom lip asking for an entrance and I let him. His hands grasp onto my waist and kneed through my sides causing me to gasp as I run my fingers through his wet curls. His body moves backwards towards his front door and I follow as we don't break the kiss as we our way inside the house.

"I've been waiting for this since I met you." He groans in between our kiss.

I don't say anything but smile and nod as I use my foot to close the door behind me.

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