Page 59 of The Vengeance You Crave
"It's my fucking life, I can do what I want." I go for him again but the hands wrapped around my upper arms stop me.
"You act like none of the rest of us have problems. Pull your head out of your fucking ass, bro. You're not a kid anymore."
"Fuck you." I shrug off the hands that are holding me and storm away, lifting my hand to my split lip and wiping the blood away as I do.
My knuckles scream in pain, my face aches, but it's what's inside my chest that hurts the most.
Leon's right. I am fucking everything up.
"FUCK," I bellow, slamming my hands on the wheel of my car the second I drop into the seat. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." I repeat it over and over, but it never makes me feel any better.
My one reprieve from all of this shit just walked away from me. What the fuck do I do now?
I allow the vibration of my car to flow through me as I suck in a few deep breaths in the hope it might help clear my head. But it does nothing.
My knuckles split open as I wrap my fingers tightly around the wheel and pull away from the frat house right as Leon stalks around the side of the building.
I don't want to go home, but I don't know where else to go.
Letty is my first thought, but like fuck will she want me showing up at her apartment like this and there's a fucking solid chance that Kane will be there, and I really don't fucking need that.
With no other choice, I take a right and speed out of Maddison County. I need to put this place behind me for a few hours.
The drive helps clear my head somewhat but the persistent pounding of my eye socket and cheek keeps me from forgetting what happened before I left Maddison. The sight of the blood coating my knuckles does a pretty good job too.
I don't park on the driveway of the main house. I don't want to be seen by more people than I have to be in this state. Instead, I kill the engine, step out onto the sidewalk and slip around the main house to the pool house in the backyard.
The second the windows come into view, I breathe a sigh of relief when I see the little family inside all sitting on the floor playing together.
It's not until I'm at the door and pushing the handle down that I'm spotted.
"Holy crap, Luc. What happened?" Chelsea cries, jumping up from her spot on the floor, dragging me inside. "Sit," she demands, pointing to the couch before running out of the room, I'm assuming to get the first aid kit.
"What did you do?" Shane asks, moving the toys toward Nadine to keep her occupied while he grills me.
Ripping my eyes from his concerned ones, I stare down at my beautiful niece. She's seven months old now and literally the most perfect thing on the planet.
I was as shocked as the next person when we discovered that my little brother had knocked Chelsea up, but I can't deny that what they made together wasn't worth all the stress and drama.
"How's my girl doing?"
"Nice try."
Nadine stuffs a toy into her mouth and starts chomping down.
"She's teething. Had us both up all night. So…"
"Lee and I got into it."
"Again? You two haven't fought this much since we were kids," he says, knowing that only weeks ago we were at it over Letty, although our fight that night wasn’t this brutal.
"What can I say, he's an asshole."
"I mean, yeah. That goes without saying but…"
"I don't want to talk about it. We both said some shit, it got messy."
"So it's over a girl again then I assume?" Chelsea asks, rejoining us and taking the seat beside me on the couch as she opens up the first aid box and pulls out what she's going to need.
