Page 108 of My Broken Mate
I have no idea what my brothers are up to, but my ears take in a door being opened and closed nearby. It’s probably Remy, hiding in his room like he always does. As for Gabriel, I have no idea.
Grabbing the bottle of scotch from the cabinet, I pour a drink and sit down on my chair. Oh, fuck it! I still feel something hammering against my head, but I am not sure if it’s just angerright now. Burying my head in my hands, I try to listen to the feeling, but I am not able to fully grasp it.
My phone lights up with an incoming message, pulling me out of my misery. It’s Joel.
Who thought our baby-sister and baby-brother would be mates? How cool is that?!
Sorry,I type swiftly.Dealing with a crisis here. Talk later.
Not even half a minute later, my phone rings. “Joel,” I pick up. “I said later.”
“It is later,” he emphasizes. “What happened?
“Nothing.”
“It doesn’t sound like nothing,” he says.
“Joel,” I say, frustrated. “Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone?”
“Oh, that’s easy, I don’t want to,” he says. “And since I am not there to suck the tension out of you, you need to talk to me.”
He seems to be the only person who has no ounce of fear of me in him.
I wonder if I should hang up on him, but I am sure he would find another way to contact me. And he isn’t the type of person to let go either. I might as well tell him. “I just yelled at them.”
“At Gabe and Remy?” Joel verifies.
“Yes.”
“Okay, and?” he asks. When I say nothing, he chuckles slightly. “Is that all?”
“I cannot be out of control,” I grind out.
“So what?” Joel says, suddenly sounding more serious than ever. “You can’t be human?!”
“I can’t lose my cool.”
“Don’t be an idiot,” he snorts.
I frown. “Did you just call me an idiot?”
“Yeah, so what? You argued. Big deal. By the goddess, no one got hurt. It’s not like you beat one of them. Where are you now?”
“In my study.”
“Why? You have work to do at this late hour?”
I glance at my phone in disbelief. “No, I am not working. I am sitting here to calm down.”
“What for?”
“Not to lash out at anyone.”
“Goddess forbid anyone might realize how you feel,” Joel mutters. “Listen, I know your old man fucked you all over. I don’t know the details, but I know it had to be bad. But it’s okay for you tofeeland to show emotions. So, tell me, how do you feel?”
“I am angry.”
“No, you are not,” he says quietly.
