6 syllables can change a life you know
"Mikey, have... Have you got the shakes?" I choked. I didn't know it had gotten this bad. He nodded, glaring at me like he wanted me to burn. He was that dependant he was having withdrawal syptoms. He knew he had to keep calm or they'd tell me to leave.
"I can't go home. I can't see her. I can't drink. I just stare at the walls. This is what you wanted, isn't it?" he coughed. "You hate me that much, Gerard."
I felt a lump in my throat.
"No, Mikey... You were hurting her, you were hurting yourself. I don't care about me, you can beat the shit out of me all you want but you are not hurting her. She doesn't deserve that." I croaked, my voice crackling. "I don't hate you, I hate what you've done."
He almost laughed.
"Oh, she deserves everything she gets. We helped her, Gerard. Me and you. And now she wants me in prison just like her crazy old step mom. But you two, oh, that's priceless. Behind my back like that, Gerard. Making me paranoid, angry. That's why I do it, drink. Because I knew from the moment I met her that she'd never think I was good enough."
"We never did anything, I was just trying to be a good friend, but..." I sighed, heavily. Here it comes. I have to admit it. I braced myself, waiting for another punch in the face. "I think I love her. Last night, I don't know, I was tempted and... Ugh, I slept with her. It was wrong to do and I'm sorry, but she's... I don't even know..."
Mikey stayed oddly quiet. I think this scared me more than if he'd started kicking the shit out of me. He looked sinister, creepy sat there in the silence, glaring at me.
"Get out, Gerard. And don't come back. I don't have a brother any more."