So this is a long-ish chapter. it was a bit hard to write. you'll get why when you read it.
anyway, this chapter is dedicated to my good friend bellenuit. Because what you think you want and what you actually need are two different things.
Song: Next to Me by Civil Twilight
“Are you fucking kidding me? Do you even have any idea what you've done?” I shouted as Kelly and I stormed into Milo Sinclair's stuck in the preteens bedroom. I was so not in the mood to even touch that subject.
“What the fuck are you talking about?” He snapped, sitting up in his bed and throwing off his headphones. “Are you two seriously blind to the 'Go Away' I painted on my door. It's a new addition. I think it's what the doors been missing all along. Couldn't have been more clear or frank, to be honest.”
“Oh cut the bullshit, Sinclair.” I snapped. “I am seriously at my wit's end with you.”
“You want me to cut the bullshit?” He scoffed. “I'm sorry. I didn't just barge into someone's bedroom with the words 'Go Away' painted on the door!”
“Do you even have any idea what you've done to your girlfriend?” Kelly asked in a voice that was no where suitable for being indoors.
“What are you talking about?” He asked, all the anger gone from his voice.
I wasn't expecting the slap, but I'm glad she did it. After everything that's happened in the past two days, I was ready to strangle him. No—I was ready to murder him, chop him up into little pieces and make him into a delicious stew for the volunteer searchers to eat while out looking for his body. I saw it on Criminal Minds once. It was totally disgusting. But I'm a guy that loves gore and it was fucking sick.
“What the hell was that for?” He shouted at her.
“Don't yell at her! She hasn't done anything wrong!”
“Oh, shut the fuck up, O'Shea! You've fucked her! Congratufuckinglations! You can cut the chivalrous act! You aren't her fucking boyfriend!”
I shook my head. How could one guy make you want to murder him so badly? I'm ready to send a knife through his heart for being a heartless bastard.
“That's where you're wrong, Sinclair. I'm actually nice to people because I want to be! It's who I am! You, though, are a soulless bastard that didn't even bother to show up at the hospital after his own girlfriend got admitted! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” If it wasn't for Kelly already slapping him, I probably would have punched him. I wanted to punch him so badly. But whatever pain Charlie was going to dish out on him would make up for me not punching him. It would be a thousand times worse.
“What are you talking about? What happened to Charlie?”
See what I mean? He didn't even know that his own girlfriend ended up in the hospital. This is why I'm so glad that I'm not him. That I don't act anyway remotely close to how he does. If I were him in the situation now, I wouldn't have to ask what happened. I would have put away whatever anger I had for her the second I felt something was off. And if Milo cares about Charlie as much as he said he does, he definitely would have felt something. But he chose to ignore it because of his petty anger in a fight that was one sided. Charlie told us as much as she could once she was stabilized and Kelly filled in what she heard. She knew Milo wasn't as okay as he let off he was and she just wanted him to talk to her. He made it into some big deal and stormed out on her. If this guy is anything, he's a fucking coward.
“What happened to my girlfriend?!” He shouted at me, getting to his feet. “Tell me dammit!”
“Like you fucking care.” I spat. “You are the reason why she ended up there in the first place.”