Untold Misfortunes

I was in Australia, when I got the phone call, on a long term vacation. I found it odd that I was receiving a call from Brian, but knowing my brother's friends, I assumed it was a prank, but when I heard him take in a shuttering breath and slowly say the words, I knew it was no joke. I broke down, there on the phone with my brother's best friend; I sobbed for hours on the phone and Brian cried with me.
I remember getting on the first flight back to California. Before the call, I had no intentions of ever returning here, but with the circumstances; it was a bitter homecoming.
I showed up at my brother's house in early fashion. I noticed how everyone's cars were parked outside as I walked in. I remember needing to take in a deep breath before entering; it was going to be hard to face everyone my brother held so dear in life. As I walked in, most eyes shot to me, giving me questioning stares. I gave a weak half smile at them, but it wasn't returned.
"What the fuck are you doing back?" Matt asked harshly. I flinched at his tone. I
"Last I knew, he was my brother," I replied softly. A cold laugh greeted my ears.
"He was our brother, not yours. I don't give a shit if you were related by blood. You don't drop family like that. You don't leave them without saying goodbye!" Matt screamed the last part at me, tears welling up in his eyes. I frowned and looked down.
"I said goodbye to Jimmy, he knew I was leaving," I whispered.
"So the rest of us don't fucking matter? Is that it? We're just people you can forget about!" He stood up, inching closer to me.
"You don't know the story!" I yelled at him, tears streaming down my own face. "You don't know shit, Matt! Right now, however, it doesn't matter. I'm here, when Jimmy needs me and that's all that fucking matters!"
Matt got in my face, needing to lean down to speak directly, "You fucking stay away from him, you got me bitch? You stay the fuck away from Jimmy."
I wanted to stand my ground as much as possible, but compared to Matt, I was a shrimp. My four foot eleven height was nothing compared to his six foot one build. He dwarfed me and knew how to use it to his advantage. I'd be a liar if I said Matt didn't intimidate me, but in this situation, my brother meant more to me than being scared.
"Like hell I will," I said, before spinning around and walking out of the house.
It seems so long ago, that this happened. That I was told my brother was in a coma and his friends hated me, but it's only been a week. A week since I've been back in Huntington Beach, California; and a very long, torturous week this has been.

Notes

It's been forever since I've been on this site, but I figured I might as well come back with a bang.
This story is also posted on my Mibba.
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