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Byron. It's my decision," Logan replied evenly, not one bit taken aback by his brother's harsh tone of voice. His resolution was obvious.
My eyes travelled to and from every Davis family member. I was often out of line, but for once, I felt like I should shut my mouth and try to make myself scarce.
"I'm telling you, it won't happen."
"You enrolled the day after your high school graduation, and I can't? You’re a fucking hypocrite," Logan spat, crossing his toned arms over his chest. I didn't know him at all, but even I could see he wasn't about to budge.
"And I almost died over there! I saw my friends die . You're not made for the shit happening over there."
I bit the inside of my lower lip, chills running down my spine. It was the first time he openly talked about what happened to him when he was in the army , and even if I could see perfectly well his scar on his face, hearing him say that he almost died while he was there made it all the more real. He was the first soldier I met, after all.
"I'm not a baby, Byron. I know how it is."
He shook his head. "No, you don't know. Don't do this, please." Byron ran two fingers along his thin scar from his temple down to his jaw, his eyes darkening. The muscles in his arms jumped. It was obvious he was suffering from his past.
"Listen to your brother, son," their father said with a clipped voice.
Logan sighed and looked down at his father and brother, avoiding his mother. "I don't want to do anything else. I made my choice, and I carefully thought about it."
"For how long? The two fucking months when you were at the beach with your friends?" Byron yelled and stormed to his room. His chair fell on the ground, but it was the sound of his door closing with force that startled me.
"You don't have to do everything your brother do es," Mrs. Davis said with tears falling down her face, now broken with anguish.
"It has nothing to do with Byron. I want to fight for my country , and the least you can do is to be proud. I'll come home later." He stormed out of the apartment, closing the door loudly behind him. Apparently, it was a Davis brothers’ thing when they were mad.
"We're sorry for this family drama, London. We should go, honey," Mr. Davis said, helping his wife up , who was shaking so badly that she was barely able to stay up without collapsing as her sobs were intensifying. I waved lamely as they left. I sighed and looked at the food, still mostly untouched. Most people would judge me at this moment as I took another taco and began eating it, but Macon and Sydney knew how I was when nervous or sad for someone. I tended to eat more, not that my fat needed it but … fuck it.
Chapter Six
DAY 5
I ran a hand in my pixie cut hair and sighed. I didn't know how to manage someone in a crisis. Macon was always his steady self, taking care of me while looking for new guys to sweep off their feet , and Sydney was my serious and fun little sister who had a head on her shoulders. Both of them hadn't experienced any kind of crisis, not the kind Byron was in right at this moment.
After his parents left, he never came out of his bedroom , and it has been almost two hours now. I had enough time to eat more tacos than I should have, considering the weight I should be trying to lose instead of nursing it, and I had enough time to clean up the table and wash the dishes.
I threw the remote on the couch and stood up. It wasn't in my character to just let someone sulk while I wait patiently. I had never been patient, and I hated sadness with all my might. I walked to Byron's closed door and knocked loudly, my knuckles turning an angry red with the force of my knock. I shook my hand and mumbled a curse at my own idiocy.
"I'm not in the mood, Bridge," he answered. His voice sounded like it was coming from afar. He didn't even walk to the door. I could bet that he was sprawled on his bed.
I bit the inside of my cheek as warmth spread inside my body. Byron, shirtless and sprawled on
My eyes travelled to and from every Davis family member. I was often out of line, but for once, I felt like I should shut my mouth and try to make myself scarce.
"I'm telling you, it won't happen."
"You enrolled the day after your high school graduation, and I can't? You’re a fucking hypocrite," Logan spat, crossing his toned arms over his chest. I didn't know him at all, but even I could see he wasn't about to budge.
"And I almost died over there! I saw my friends die . You're not made for the shit happening over there."
I bit the inside of my lower lip, chills running down my spine. It was the first time he openly talked about what happened to him when he was in the army , and even if I could see perfectly well his scar on his face, hearing him say that he almost died while he was there made it all the more real. He was the first soldier I met, after all.
"I'm not a baby, Byron. I know how it is."
He shook his head. "No, you don't know. Don't do this, please." Byron ran two fingers along his thin scar from his temple down to his jaw, his eyes darkening. The muscles in his arms jumped. It was obvious he was suffering from his past.
"Listen to your brother, son," their father said with a clipped voice.
Logan sighed and looked down at his father and brother, avoiding his mother. "I don't want to do anything else. I made my choice, and I carefully thought about it."
"For how long? The two fucking months when you were at the beach with your friends?" Byron yelled and stormed to his room. His chair fell on the ground, but it was the sound of his door closing with force that startled me.
"You don't have to do everything your brother do es," Mrs. Davis said with tears falling down her face, now broken with anguish.
"It has nothing to do with Byron. I want to fight for my country , and the least you can do is to be proud. I'll come home later." He stormed out of the apartment, closing the door loudly behind him. Apparently, it was a Davis brothers’ thing when they were mad.
"We're sorry for this family drama, London. We should go, honey," Mr. Davis said, helping his wife up , who was shaking so badly that she was barely able to stay up without collapsing as her sobs were intensifying. I waved lamely as they left. I sighed and looked at the food, still mostly untouched. Most people would judge me at this moment as I took another taco and began eating it, but Macon and Sydney knew how I was when nervous or sad for someone. I tended to eat more, not that my fat needed it but … fuck it.
Chapter Six
DAY 5
I ran a hand in my pixie cut hair and sighed. I didn't know how to manage someone in a crisis. Macon was always his steady self, taking care of me while looking for new guys to sweep off their feet , and Sydney was my serious and fun little sister who had a head on her shoulders. Both of them hadn't experienced any kind of crisis, not the kind Byron was in right at this moment.
After his parents left, he never came out of his bedroom , and it has been almost two hours now. I had enough time to eat more tacos than I should have, considering the weight I should be trying to lose instead of nursing it, and I had enough time to clean up the table and wash the dishes.
I threw the remote on the couch and stood up. It wasn't in my character to just let someone sulk while I wait patiently. I had never been patient, and I hated sadness with all my might. I walked to Byron's closed door and knocked loudly, my knuckles turning an angry red with the force of my knock. I shook my hand and mumbled a curse at my own idiocy.
"I'm not in the mood, Bridge," he answered. His voice sounded like it was coming from afar. He didn't even walk to the door. I could bet that he was sprawled on his bed.
I bit the inside of my cheek as warmth spread inside my body. Byron, shirtless and sprawled on
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