I could hear them downstairs, talking about me. Suzy, my dad and Hayley. We were all reunited just like before. Except they all had a head onto their shoulders and I was getting crazy.

"I'm sorry for that Hayley, I didn't know it was that.." I heard my dad looking for his words, to say how fucked up I was.

"That's ok." I heard her voice for the first time in years. She still had the most beautiful voice I've ever heard.

I sat back onto my bed and rubbed my face with my hand. I looked around me, the same room, the same bed, the same sheets. I imagined her laying there just next to me. I placed my hand on the otherside of the bed and touched the sheet. I closed my eyes and imagined our first time again. Without noticing that someone was upstairs, I heard someone knock onto my door. I instantly opened my eyes again and removed my hand from the otherside of the bed.

"Brian, it's me." My dad said on the oher side of the door.

I didn't answer, he just opened the door and closed it behind him. I didn't want to look at him so I look outside the window. I just felt like a little boy who had been punished and was obligated to stay in his room. It felt weird. I was a grown up man, fucked tons of chicks and now we were having this "talk" again. He sat next to me and sighed again.

"I didn't know you would have reacted like that. I just wasn't expecting.. that." He said, feeling the emotion into his voice. I was looking down my hands. I didn't want to talk.

"Did you mean what you said?" He asked me. I looked directly into his eyes.

"Just look at me, look at my life, I think you can put an answer to your question." I said as I let him look at me. I knew my eyes were red, with dark circles under them. I knew my hair was messy, haven't wash them for days, my skin was pale, more than ever. I was ruining my life, I wasn't thinking straight a second. Cocaine and Sex was all I had. He couldn't handle seeing me like this, his eyes were teary.

"Why did you bring her?"I asked as he looked away, I was still looking at him. "How couldn't you expect me to react like this?! You know I hate her!" I couldn't control the tone of my voice, I started talking louder, I was getting mad. I just hoped she could hear it downstairs.

"Because I knew that you wouldn't get better if she was away. You need her, she's your.." He stopped himself, I knew he was going to say sister. "I mean you wouldn't hate her so much if you didn't care about her."

If it wasn't my dad, I would have definetaly punch the person who would have dare saying that to me. I knew he was right, I just didn't want to see it, after all these years, I've been hating her with all my heart. I looked away.

"I don't need her. You're wrong." I said as I looked away trying to hide my tears.

"Then we'll see who's right later." He said as he gave a tap onto my shoulder and stood up. "Dinner's almost ready."

"I'm not hungry." I said still not looking at him.

"I know that, at least just come downstairs with us, please."

I swallowed thickly and nodded. I knew in a way or an other he was going to obligate me if I didn't go downstairs and I was too weak to argue. My dad left my room, I wiped of my tears and took my jacket, my cigarettes and headed downstairs, to smoke.

Notes

Thank for all your comments! Well yes it was unexpected and it was also what I wanted! I don't want that my story is somehow predictable!

I hpe you all enjoy this chapter! xxx