The story continues the lives of Kain and Scott Banks. Kain navigates through his heartbreak and hits a few bumps in the road. Scott tries his best to be his brothers keeper while trying to make things right with the mistakes he made. Kain gets a su...
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Yesterday fucking sucked ass. I don't even know what time Ayla left after we fucked. All I know is that I woke up at about 5 in the morning and her ass was gone like the wind. I got woken up briefly by Scott about if I was going to school then I slept until 4 in the afternoon. I would've slept longer but all the alcohol I consumed thought it was a good to come up all at once.
I practically ran to the bathroom, puked my fucking insides out then I showered and just lounged around. My dumbass always thinks that drinking is a good fucking idea until I get deathly hungover the next day but I'm pretty sure everyone can agree with me on that one.
At first I couldn't remember the events of the other night but I got a whiff of Ayla on my pillow and all the events flooded in like a dam breaking. I can't believe I fucking slept with Ayla. I can't seem to escape her, no matter how fucking hard I try to distance myself from her, even when I'm not in my right mind I call her. I have to try harder to stay away from her, we can't- or I can't fall back into the swing of things with her.
I walk in the kitchen and instantly see Scott sitting at the island eating a bowl of cereal. He looks up from his bowl nods his head once in greeting. "Hey." He speaks softly.
Seeing Scott in my kitchen and making himself at home is still fucking weird, I don't know if I'll ever get used to it. I ignore him and open the fridge. I look around at the contents then take out three eggs and close the fridge door. I grab a glass cup from the cabinet, turn around and set the cup on the island. I feel Scott's eyes on my every move. I crack the eggs in the cup, throw out the shells and gulp down the raw eggs.
Fuck, that's nasty.
Scott looks at me with a disgusted face.
"What? The fuck are you looking at?" I snap with a 'Duh' look.
He licks his lips then shakes his head. "Nothing." He goes back to reading his cereal. He takes one bite then he holds up his index finger. "But... I've thought about this whole you and Ayla rekindling your relationship thing and I want you to know that I don't approve of it."
I put the cup in the sink and rinse it out then I put my palms flat on either side of the sink. I lean against the island and release a frustrated sigh. "Scott, I really don't give a fuck what you approve of. But, just for shits and giggles, what Ayla and I do or did behind closed doors, and might I add is none of your fucking business, will never happen again. It was just a one time thing."
At that last part of my sentence, I don't know who I'm trying to convince more. Myself or him. It's going to be hard as fuck, it's going to take a helluva lot of willpower to make that true but it needs to be done. I'm not good for Ayla nor will I ever be. I absolutely refuse to drag Ayla through the ringer.
"Well, good because I'm not going to stand by and watch you ruin her and break her heart to pieces again. It nearly wrecked her. I don't think you fully understand that, man. She cried for days and all you did was party and drink yourself stupid." Scott says with a hardness I honestly didn't think he was capable of using.
