Page 96 of My Brother's Enemy
My voice felt hoarse from yelling.
I was still the one yelling.
Something broke, and I was the only one yelling.
After a moment, I came back to myself.
God.
The locker room benches were upended, paper strewn everywhere. A mirror tilted off the wall. There was glass on the floor. All over.
What had I done?
Then I felt another surge. “Rain…”
I inhaled, and the world slipped away once more.
When I came backthe next time, Bruge and Brick held me against the wall
I couldn’t get enough air, though my chest was heaving.
There was blood.
Where was Rain?
I searched for her, ignoring the team who stared at me in stunned silence.
Had she come back? Was she in the room? She wasn’t. I couldn’t find her anywhere.
“You need to get a hold of yourself, man.” Bruge shoved me.
The guys stood in a semicircle, staring at me in shock.
I held up my hands, and blood streamed down my arms. I should’ve felt pain, but I felt nothing.
Except loss.
I needed to get to Rain.
I struggled against Bruge and Brick. “Let me go.”
“No, man. You went complete psycho just now,” Bruge said. “You gotta chill, and you need to let a trainer look at your hands.”
I growled.
Brick barked over his shoulder. “Get Hunter in here now to look at his hands.”
After a moment, the trainer rushed in, carrying his medical kit. He seemed winded, running over to us. “I’m here. Okay. Let me see.”
Bruge and Brick didn’t move.
Brick asked, “You going to go psycho again?”
“Rain.” I hung my head.
Bruge leaned closer. “We’re not letting her go, so calm the fuck down. Maybe trust us to have your backs, hmm? Now, are you going to be all calm-like and let Hunter patch you up?”
I held his gaze. He seemed to be telling the truth. I nodded, and both relaxed at the same time, taking a step back. Hunter cringed when he got a look at my hands. He touched one, turning it over, and used an alcohol swab to begin cleaning the blood.
