I Hate You More

So He Does Have A Heart

Remington

"You can't keep kicking your fucking drums over." I sighed to Emerson as I carried the speaker off of the stage.

"I can do whatever the fuck I want with my shit thanks very much." Emerson scoffed.

"Sure," I shrugged, "except for the fact that we don't have the fucking money to keep buying you new ones. Weren't you just yelling about breaking the equipment yesterday?"

"Can you guys just shut the fuck up and clean up our shit?" Sebastian groaned.

And we're fighting. Again. We made it what, two hours? That might actually be a new record for us now that I think of it.

"I'm gonna go out for a smoke." I rolled my eyes.

I honestly wasn't in the mood for another fucking argument. It seemed like the only things we said to each other, were complaints and it was exhausting. It was almost second-nature at this point. Almost as if we didn't know anything else.

Sebastian scoffed.

"What?" I said pulling the cigarette that was tucked behind my ear.

"Nothing Rem," He sighed and ran his hand through his hair, "go ahead. We'll finish up. Alone."

I rolled my eyes and followed his instructions, slamming the door behind me. I just couldn't fucking win apparently. I hadn't gotten along with my brothers for more than five minutes since we were all in middle school. Every minute of everyday, something was wrong with someone. No matter what, there's no pleasing any of us. I pulled myself out of my thoughts and placed my cigarette between my lips, lit it, then took a puff. I probably should stop smoking but, it helped me ground myself. So what if it's wasn't the healthiest thing. If I died before I made it to twenty-five, would it really be the end of the world? I didn't think I'd make it this far so, at this point I was set.

"You stupid fucking bitch."

I sat up a little straighter after hearing the voice come from around the corner. My face held an expression of confusion as I listened for more words, and instead heard grunting. It sounded like someone was being shoved, and then punched. I guess it sounded like less of a fight and more of one person beating the shit out of another person. I was pulled onto my feet instantly by a feminine grunt. I stomped on my cigarette, putting it out, before rushing around the corner.

"Where's your bitch ass friends now?" The man slurred out with an evil chuckle.

He then kicked whoever was on the ground. I couldn't see who it was because there was a dumpster in the way.

"Excuse me," I said with concern lacing my voice. The man's attention was completely turned onto me, "is everything ok?"

My question came out slowly and carefully.

"Mind your fucking business." He spat.

"Well," I sighed, "it seems like you're a piece of shit, and frankly with how loud, and aggressive you're being you kind of pulled me in and made it my fucking business."

"And what the fuck are you gonna do?" He sneered with a nasty smile.

The man stepped toward me, instantly sending my fist into his jaw. He toppled to the ground, but quickly got off of the gravel, and scrambled in the other direction. I hated guys like him. They had no problem picking an unfair fight but, as soon as they were matched up with someone their own size, they couldn't take the fucking heat. Cowards.

"Are you alr-," Holy fucking shit, "Harlen?"

She didn't respond. Mostly because she was sitting with her head rested against the wall, and by the looks of it, trying not to pass the hell out.