Uncertain

38-Bruises

"I have something to tell you!"

"We have to talk!"

Silence.

Both sides of the phone call turned into deadly silence when Ava and I tried to register the words we had just said at the same time. Both of us had something urgent to share; turned out that it wasn't just me.

Weston and I had gone to recast my leg – Avery and my doctor weren't very impressed about my idea of taking the cast off by myself. They gave me two more weeks of walking with the stupid sticks; and an extra year if I managed to get myself in the hospital once more during that time.

It was all fair to me.

When we had finally gotten home it was already late, and I was told to go to sleep. I had school after all. For a while I had really tried to do that; I was just turning around in my bed – but I couldn't do that. I couldn't do that because there was still one thing messing around in my brain. That one thing which was making me feel somehow guilty even after my brother had reassured me that it was not my fault. I couldn't help it.

I had to call my best friend and turned out that she had that one thing in her mind too-
"You know?"

"And you know?" I whispered as I collected myself from my bed. "My brother and your sister."

"Yes, I fucking know, and I can't believe this," A rough whisper escaped her lips with a sigh. "They are supposed to be soulmates, and now my sister told me that they broke up."

"Did she say why?" I questioned – that one thing I still haven't had a proper answer. "I couldn't ask, he was so sad."

Another sigh-
"They grew apart; that's what I was told."

There was no way.

That wasn't the reason; it was simply an easy explanation for the naïve kids – Ava and I. We weren't that stupid; we both knew that there was something more. Something deeper. They didn't want us to know that reason, why? We had no idea, but there was no way that the two of us wouldn't find out about that. There was no way that the two of us would let them break up.

We were already a family – all of us – and we couldn't let something like that fall apart like it was nothing. Families didn't work like that.

"We'll find a way," My best friend whispered as the third sigh escaped her lips. "We always do."

"They won't be happy about us getting involved with this--" I commented, but then my eyes fell to a picture of me hugging Abby as my brother had his lips on her cheek. "But there's nothing to lose in trying."

"You have a gameplan?" The girl from the other side of the line questioned as she chuckled softly. "Because I don't."

This time I was the one to sigh-
"I don't either."

"What if w—"

That was all I registered from her words before my eyes fell to my window, to a dark figure walking in the distance towards our house. No, the figure was more like swaying back and forth while trying to take steps forward. I cringed when the shadow tripped over his own legs and almost fell against the hard concrete of our driveway.

I got up from my bed and walked closer to the glass to be able to take a better look.

"Oh god." My voice got caught in my throat as I quickly grabbed a hoodie from the back of my chair. "Ava, I'm sorry I must go now. I'll see you tomorrow and we can talk more then, okay?"

I didn't give her the time to answer as I dropped my phone on my bed and grabbed my flip flops from the floor.

The figure was my brother. Bryson. And that brother was very drunk; very, very drunk. His steps were so wobbly that I was sure that he wouldn't be able to get more than a few steps forward. It was a disaster – he looked like a disaster. And I knew that I had to help him.