Untold Misfortunes

A cold chill ran up my spine, making the little hairs on my body stand on edge. My eyes widened and I straightened into a tense statue.
"Ah, no greeting?" He spoke again.
"Go," I took a deep breath. "Go away, Luka." I tried to make it sound final and strong, but my voice came out a lot weaker than I wanted it to be. I could hear him chuckle lowly.
"That's no way to treat your lover, babe,"
I cringed. "We're no longer together. We haven't been together in years. Leave me alone." I could sense him drawing closer to me. I wanted to stand and run away, but he would chase me and beat me. I couldn't risk losing to him and showing him that I was still a little weakling.
"I thought some time away, would -" He paused, thinking. "Would make you come to your senses about me?" There it was, the cold edge of a blade against my throat. I took a shallow breath in, preparing to scream. "Ah, ah, ah, don't do that, love." I swallowed the scream and could feel myself shaking.
"Now, let's go to your brother's house, yes?" He suggested. I shook my head, carefully.
"My brother is in a coma, and his friends are there. They aren't too happy that I'm back. They'll especially not be happy to see me back with you. Let's go home, for tonight, so I can think about this. Okay, Luka?" I asked, cautiously. He seemed to think about it briefly, before removing the knife from my throat.
"Alright, love. I know you'll make the right decision," He picked me up, pressing a bruising kiss to my lips, before making his departure.
"Jimmy, I could really use your help now," I said quietly, as a shutter passed through me.
"Really? Already getting back with that sleazeball? While your own brother is in the hospital?" Matt's demanding voice asked from behind me. I looked down and groaned softly.
"No, Matt. I'm not." I tried sounding firm, but with the past event, I still sounded shaky.
"Well sure as fuck looked like it,"
"If you knew our past, you'd look at it differently," I said quietly.
"I don't need to know shit. I see the truth. I know why you're back, and it sure as shit isn't because of your brother. It's because of Luka, isn't it?"
"No Matt! It for fucks sake isn't! Hop off your damn high horse, and get over your heartache with me! I'd choose to be with you, if I had a fucking choice!" I screamed at him, spinning around to him and staring into his eyes.
He gave a low laugh, "You think I'm still hung up on little ol' you? Bitch, I have women begging for my cock. I don't need you anymore,"
That crushed me and tears stung my eyes and my lower lip quivered. Why did he have to be so cruel? "Oh, oh." It was all I could manage as a reply and it made his ego skyrocket.
"Why don't you go running home to Australia or Luka or at least somewhere you're wanted?" He sneered. I stared at the ground, the tears blinding my vision.
"I-I," I choked back a sob. "I want to stay here for my brother. I want him to be okay."
"Oh, go cry a fucking river somewhere else, it's not like you matter to any of us, anymore."
Was that true? Did I really mean nothing to them? Was I just forgotten? Did I really hurt them that badly?
"That's enough, Matt." I heard Zacky's voice.
"Just fucking leave her alone, man," Brian's voice sounded as well.
I heard Matt grunt and then shuffling of feet. Someone swung their arm around my shoulders and coaxed me into their side.
"It's alright, hun. Brian will take care of the big ol' bear," Zacky said, as he pulled me in closer to his side. It seemed to only make me cry harder.

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