slid the window open. Sam grumbled some obscenities about his cat burglar ways and then climbed in. “You have been living off the girl you want to marry. The one you can’t sleep with because you don’t want to kill her.”
Sam shut the window hiding his frustration.
This only caused the doorbell to ring out unremittingly.
“ And how nourishing is foreplay?” Frankie smirked, taking a seat in his brother’s living room once he let him in. “You can’t even kiss a chick without wanting to rip her head off. Man, I got to give it to you.”
Sam dropped down on the sofa. His head was pounding. He was starved and he was sure he needed about a day’s worth of sleep to come back from his latest hangover. “If you are being serious, yes, it’s hard. But I care about her and I’m willing to go through with it.”
As much as Sam despised Frankie, he also kind of enjoyed having him around to go back and forth with. Frankie was the only person who understood where he was coming from. And at one time he did truly care about his brother. It was his father that turned Frankie into such a complete glutton for woman. It was also their father who turned Frankie against their mother.
“ Aren’t you afraid you’ll accidentally kill her over time?” Frankie asked. This time he was serious. “The more contact you have of any sexual nature drains the victim. They want more, you deny them and it all ends up the same way.”
“ It’s been a year. She’s fine,” Sam insisted.
Frankie sat up. Suddenly he had an idea. “Did you ever think about just telling her?”
The look on Sam’s face told him all he needed to know.
“ If you want to marry this girl that would mean you think she accepts you and loves you. I mean, that’s what I gather from all the cornballs running around here tying the knot. So, if you think she is amazing enough to marry, why not be honest with her?”
Frankie sighed when his theory fell dead as a doornail before him. Sam wasn’t willing to budge. “This is why I stick to being an evil son of a bitch. I don’t have to worry about anyone else’s feelings, just my own.”
Sam ignored Frankie’s brash words. He needed a shower before Delaney showed back up. He wanted to talk to her. To figure out if there was anything he could do to patch up what was left of their relationship.
“ You got to go,” he said, heading over to the door with his brother. “I need to clean up. Thanks for everything.”
Frankie looked past his brother’s cold stare into his soul. He knew better than anyone when he was trying to hide behind blankness. Frankie knew Sam thought with a small amount of exertion and enough blocking the world out he would get what he wanted. And that was solitude. Maybe he was a lot more like his brother then he realized.
“ What do you think you’re going to do?” Frankie asked, planting his feet firmly where he stood, refusing to just leave upon request. This produced a callous puff of air from Sam.
“ I’m going to take a shower. Then I am going to wait for her to come home so we can talk this out.” Sam ticked off.
“ It’s not going to work. She doesn’t seem that stupid.” Frankie interjected, searching for his brother’s brains somewhere around the room. He seemed to have misplaced them.
“ I got to try. What good does it do me to just walk away?”
“ It saves all this,” Frankie said, thrusting his hand out and into his brother’s chest. He was disturbed with the amount of energy his brother was pouring into one simple human, one, that no matter what he could not have.
Sam tilted his head to the side, drawing his shoulders up in a manner of saying it doesn’t matter. Frankie was lost for words, his usual bad mood unable to come out and make a mockery of the situation. Just as he was about to say something else there Delaney stood on the doorstep. Sam was surprised to see her
Sam shut the window hiding his frustration.
This only caused the doorbell to ring out unremittingly.
“ And how nourishing is foreplay?” Frankie smirked, taking a seat in his brother’s living room once he let him in. “You can’t even kiss a chick without wanting to rip her head off. Man, I got to give it to you.”
Sam dropped down on the sofa. His head was pounding. He was starved and he was sure he needed about a day’s worth of sleep to come back from his latest hangover. “If you are being serious, yes, it’s hard. But I care about her and I’m willing to go through with it.”
As much as Sam despised Frankie, he also kind of enjoyed having him around to go back and forth with. Frankie was the only person who understood where he was coming from. And at one time he did truly care about his brother. It was his father that turned Frankie into such a complete glutton for woman. It was also their father who turned Frankie against their mother.
“ Aren’t you afraid you’ll accidentally kill her over time?” Frankie asked. This time he was serious. “The more contact you have of any sexual nature drains the victim. They want more, you deny them and it all ends up the same way.”
“ It’s been a year. She’s fine,” Sam insisted.
Frankie sat up. Suddenly he had an idea. “Did you ever think about just telling her?”
The look on Sam’s face told him all he needed to know.
“ If you want to marry this girl that would mean you think she accepts you and loves you. I mean, that’s what I gather from all the cornballs running around here tying the knot. So, if you think she is amazing enough to marry, why not be honest with her?”
Frankie sighed when his theory fell dead as a doornail before him. Sam wasn’t willing to budge. “This is why I stick to being an evil son of a bitch. I don’t have to worry about anyone else’s feelings, just my own.”
Sam ignored Frankie’s brash words. He needed a shower before Delaney showed back up. He wanted to talk to her. To figure out if there was anything he could do to patch up what was left of their relationship.
“ You got to go,” he said, heading over to the door with his brother. “I need to clean up. Thanks for everything.”
Frankie looked past his brother’s cold stare into his soul. He knew better than anyone when he was trying to hide behind blankness. Frankie knew Sam thought with a small amount of exertion and enough blocking the world out he would get what he wanted. And that was solitude. Maybe he was a lot more like his brother then he realized.
“ What do you think you’re going to do?” Frankie asked, planting his feet firmly where he stood, refusing to just leave upon request. This produced a callous puff of air from Sam.
“ I’m going to take a shower. Then I am going to wait for her to come home so we can talk this out.” Sam ticked off.
“ It’s not going to work. She doesn’t seem that stupid.” Frankie interjected, searching for his brother’s brains somewhere around the room. He seemed to have misplaced them.
“ I got to try. What good does it do me to just walk away?”
“ It saves all this,” Frankie said, thrusting his hand out and into his brother’s chest. He was disturbed with the amount of energy his brother was pouring into one simple human, one, that no matter what he could not have.
Sam tilted his head to the side, drawing his shoulders up in a manner of saying it doesn’t matter. Frankie was lost for words, his usual bad mood unable to come out and make a mockery of the situation. Just as he was about to say something else there Delaney stood on the doorstep. Sam was surprised to see her
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