The air hits me as I’m dragged outside by Glen, anger steams off me invading my head. His touch not enough to calm me this time. I don’t know how long I’m dragged for but I trust him, I begin to recognise the streets we’re near his house...
I pull back in an attempt to slow him down, he just stops, staring at me with angry eyes. His heavy breaths fill the air, mixed with sounds of the traffic.
“What the hell did you do that for? He’s your brother?” his eyes filling with disappointment as he spoke.
“What did I do that for are you crazy? He sent that text, he’s got no right to say those things to a grown woman, saying those things about us! It’s stupid.” I screech, luckily there’s hardly anyone around, too busy having a good time...just like what I should be doing right now.
“He’s your brother Evie. He’s trying to make sure you’re safe and happy.” He answered, his tone staying the same with every word.
“He’s trying to interfere as per fucking usual! He’s done this on purpose to make us fight! In case it slipped your notice it’s not just me in this! The text was meant for you! Doesn’t that even register in your fucking brain?!” I scream shooting daggers at him. I watch him take a step back from me his body language unchanging.
“What...was I thinking?! I should have never been like that in a public place! FUCK!” he shouts “I admit it was my fault for shamelessly flirting with you in front of everyone but you’re not blameless! You made a right scene embarrassing yourself and me! People could have taken pictures!” he shouts again before storming off towards his house which is meters away.
“Oh is that so. You only care about your vanity ugh. We’re a couple Glen, that’s that couples do! You’re worse than Mark right now.” I shout after him as I jog to him, he doesn’t flinch he just storms into the house, leaving the door ajar for me to follow.
Once I’m inside I watch him throw his jacket off himself flinging it to the floor in anger.
“I should never have started kissing you! WE shouldn’t have done this! You’ve fucked up your relationship with Mark and he’s gonna kill me for the shit we pulled in the restaurant!”
“Should have done what Glen? Huh? Shouldn’t be with me? Is that what you’re saying?” I looked stunned at him, is he breaking up with me? What’s going on?
“No of course not it’s just we’ve made him angry. I just need some space, back off from each other for a while. Not break up...I don’t mean that it’s just a bit of space.” My eyes stay on him forgetting everything I just heard;
I walk over to him, tears in my eyes at the prospect of us breaking up, along with the raging guilt it’s me that’s done this. My hands grasp his shoulders pushing myself forward to him
“Evie what the hell.” He asks but I’m done arguing, I want him now more than ever. Anything I can do to stop him leaving me I’ll do. I need him.
“Shh, stop talking.” I command, the voice that comes out my throat doesn’t sound like me it’s groggy and lust filled.
He steps back but I follow my hands tighten around his back keeping him against me, my lips instantly fall onto his. My heart balloons as he kisses me back briefly...too briefly. His hands push my shoulders back, away from him. My heart sinks as my face drops;
“Evie for god sake. I can’t do this ok, we’re not over. You’re the best thing I’ve got, but right now I need some space, you need to leave...” his words hit me hard, dissolving all the lust and any other feelings making way for crushing guilt and sadness...
