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Post by brandon emmett larkin on Mar 10, 2012 15:14:30 GMT -5
 
Brandon was glad that Ember was okay. In the short time he was spending with her he could see her slowly getting a bit better, her body regaining its strength and its fight as she finally gave it the rest she needed, though she was still demanding that he brought in something more than a puzzle book. He was contemplating extending the excitement to Monopoly, but he was torn about the idea of playing a game of that kind with someone who was a business major. He knew Ember well enough to know that she wasn’t the kind of girl who would easily let it go if she totally bankrupted him. Plus, she was supposed to be taking it easy and he knew how competitive she could get at times.
However, this whole situation had seen him start to re-evaluate his life. He had been content with being the bouncer at the Marquee and living life at a snail’s pace, but since he had saved Ember’s life he didn’t see anything like that anymore. He had once done something good; helped clean the city of the vermin that stole lives, corrupted innocents and ruined families. He had given most of that up out of fear of finding no good in the world and then he had been reunited with one of the faces from his past who was soon pulling on his heart and making him want more, not just from her, but from life too. He wanted the thrill back, the feeling of accomplishment that came with doing something good again. He looked at Ember and saw a fighter through and through. She never gave up on anything and she had been through worse than him and not all of it had been her choice. He wanted to be like that. He wanted to forget those fears he had run from and face the dangers he had tried to forget about. None of it was something he could discuss yet though; he wasn’t ready.
For now, he was content to sit with the pretty blonde until she was well enough to leave the hospital, though he did slip in around her other visitors. He didn’t know if Ember had ever explained their connection to anyone else and her brother probably wouldn’t be too pleased if he knew how much history that the two of them shared, and the nature of most of it. He saw Ember fiddle with the locket around her neck again, the contents still a mystery to Brandon, though he had a sneaky suspicion that what was inside was related to her youth and the first time she had wound up in hospital like this. He wasn’t going to pry though. She had slowly been opening up to him with the more time he spent with her and it was nice; he didn’t want to scare her away now.
The time was slipping by faster than he realised as he continued to chat with Ember about the littlest of things. Right now, they were discussing guns and the best ones for certain jobs. It was weird seeing such a pretty young woman talking so expertly about such deadly weapons, but at the same time, he was enjoying how much she did know and by how overwhelmed he was by how surprising she could be. She was definitely more than how she came across in the club. He wanted to know why she hid behind that façade but again, it was something that would come with time.
Finally, his eyes fell on his watch and he whistled in shock. “I better get going. I’m going to be late for work and Andrew will probably be here soon.” He noticed the small eye roll at the mention of her brother’s name, but he ignored it, smirking softly at her before standing up, bending over to kiss the top of her head as a way of goodbye; it was how he had been leaving her since she was admitted and until she complained, he would keep it up.
He glanced back inside as he opened the door, smiling at the young woman before giving her privacy back. He turned around, ready to simply walk on out, when he bumped into another man and it didn’t take a genius to figure out his relation to Ember; they had so many striking features in common. If he was correct, this was where things could get ugly.
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 10, 2012 17:59:59 GMT -5
From the gossiping nurses twittering to and fro, Andrew had gathered that he wasn't his sister's only constant visitor. Someone else was here; someone who he didn't know, but, obviously, she had to. It wasn't his father and it wasn't Zoe, but it was someone. Through the small tidbits of information he'd picked up from the nurses, it was a guy who'd brought Ember into the hospital and had barely left since. Part of Andrew was glad she had someone there for her and the other half of him wanted to know what the hell this stranger was doing with his sister. Knowing her reputation, it might've been some one night stand or even a "boyfriend" she hadn't revealed yet. If it was the latter, he was fully prepared for a big-brother routine interrogation, even if it happened in the middle of a hospital waiting room.
Andrew had swung by work that morning, reassuring everyone that Ember was alive and breathing and that she was doing much better now. Flowers, cards, chocolates, and other well-wishes appeared on his office desk for him to deliver to his sister later that day. The only purposed they served was to remind him of where she was, and that they had barely spoken since this had all happened. He had shoved that all aside, continuing on with his day and escaping early, the interior of his car laden with all the gifts. If Ember ever forgave him, she was sure to tease him about the new floral scent his car was sporting thanks to her numerous bouquets.
He pulled into the parking garage of the hospital, grabbing one bouquet, as many cards as he could carry, and Ember's phone charger before climbing out of the car and clicking it locked behind him. Andrew made his way up to where her room was, not even bothering to knock as he headed for the door and rearranged his various burdens to open it. Before his hand could grab the doorknob, it swung open to reveal who could only be the stranger he'd been picturing in his mind. No doctor's coat or nurse's scrubs; that left only one option, and this guy seemed exactly like what his sister would attract. "You one of Ember's latest night time entertainments?" he said coolly, eyes icily calculating. Andrew didn't want his sister hurting more than she had to, and if this guy had some intentions deviating from the purest form, there was chance security would be here in a matter of seconds. "I hope you don't mind, but she'll be off duty for awhile. Work got too hard for her," he said, still blocking the doorway with half his sturdy frame. By no means was he moving until the mystery had been removed from this stranger and how he knew Ember.
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Post by brandon emmett larkin on Mar 10, 2012 18:25:02 GMT -5
He had never met the older Grant sibling and didn’t want to do it this way either. From what he had heard from Ember, things were tense between the two and obviously Brandon would have a bias opinion on the matter if he ever encountered her supposedly patronising big brother. He knew that there were two sides to every story, but from what Ember had implied during their conversations Andrew hadn’t exactly done much to help his sister other than yell at her on occasion. Even Brandon knew better than to expect positive results if you yelled at Ember. His partner had done that once or twice during interrogations and it had shut her up and made her more rebellious, leaving Brandon to coax out the responses they wanted from her, which was no easy feat.
It did seem to be tempting fate to spend so much time at the hospital and not run into Andrew at some point. According to Ember, there was always one of them there unless she was sleeping. The nurses were far too lenient at times by the sounds of things, but then maybe they knew Ember and were aware of what might happened if they ever upset her. Another part of him simply thought they had the wrong idea of the situation and were actually finding it romantic that such a young woman had a guy who hardly wanted to be away from her. That may have been the case, but Brandon was far from admitting that yet. This wasn’t even a relationship or anything else these days and he wasn’t going to push Ember for more either. He was slowly realising that he did have feelings for her, but the timing, the situation and the girl herself were all too fragile to play with right now.
Colliding with Andrew in the way that he did was probably not the best way to meet him, but he wasn’t about to run off and leave Ember to yet another fight with her older sibling. He was a little shocked that they had done so well without security being called just yet, from the sounds of Ember’s tales. She had never been one for dramatics or exaggeration either, which did worry him when he heard the stories of the guy she was supposed to be able to trust. He met his cool stare with a challenge of his own. He didn’t try to move past him, or brush him off, but his words made the hairs on the back his neck bristle and his jaw clenched as an unfamiliar anger boiled within him. No one wonder Ember defied this guy each time. “I’m a friend, and I’ve been in her life longer than you have.” Technically, he was right, even if he hadn’t exactly been a friend back then. At least he never treated Ember the way this spoilt rich kid seemed to. He checked that the door was closed before he squared up to Andrew, not wanting Ember to stress out over this by seeing or hearing it. “And I don’t like you implying that your sister’s a whore. She might not be diamonds and pearls like your rich ass might like, but she is far from that.” Brandon’s voice had a menacing tone to it as he warned the older Grant. He had dealt with pretentious assholes before and one more wasn’t going to stop him or make him run in the opposite direction. If this guy knew what Ember had been through her whole life then he might think twice about saying such a thing. She might not be perfect, but Brandon wasn’t about to let anyone badmouth her like that.
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 10, 2012 19:01:36 GMT -5
It wasn't Andrew's fault that he hadn't been in most of Ember's life; their father got the blame for that. He hadn't known he even had a sister until much later in his life, but he'd welcomed her when he'd discovered her existence. Since meeting her, only her best interests had been at heart, though he often got lost when trying to do that. This brother-sister relationship wasn't easy, yet it somehow functioned, and it wasn't about to die now. They may have been fighting and not speaking, but he was still her older brother; he could badger the crap out of any guy lurking around her room. It was an unwritten law of being a big-brother, one he was going to employ now to figure out who this guy was. If he was a ghost from Ember's past who'd brought on this heart problem, it'd make Andrew feel better and worse. At least, if someone else had contributed to it, Ember's near-death wouldn't entirely be his fault.
Andrew was acting like an ass because he'd been here before. Ember had dragged everyone through this what felt like years ago, and, now, she was adding a second act to this show; apparently complete with a new guy and an even more dangerous heart. And, he was exhausted, pissed off, and slightly annoyed from work. Dealing with one of her playthings was the last idea on his list for the day, no matter how serious or how defensive the guy got. He knew Ember had "fun" with a lot of people in a lot of different ways, though he was usually spared the gory details. It looked like he'd be in for some of them today, with Ember herself lying only a few yards away, and he was not looking forward to the extra drama it would cause.
"Did I say she was a whore?" Andrew asked, shaking his head. "I don't want her to be diamonds, pearls, money, or whatever the hell else you're thinking; I want her alive. Running around partying with lowlifes and alcoholics isn't going to help that at all." All of Ember's friends seemed to think the only thing he cared about was money when, in fact, that was the last thing on his mind when it came to his sister. He'd happily give up all his inherited fortune if it'd only keep her heart beating. She was worth more than green paper and a fancy penthouse; she was his baby sister, after all. Andrew would've done anything for her, include yell at her if it was the only way she'd look at him long enough to realize she was killing herself. But, if she kept bringing guys around to feed her dangerous dance with death, she'd block out reality sooner or later and end up exactly like she was now, except in worse condition. He had tried to warn her this would happen because he knew how seriously ill she was, and he'd failed at protecting her again. If this stranger thought he had any right to "stand up" for Ember, Andrew was about to prove him dead wrong. She may've conned someone into believing this wasn't her fault, but he knew better. This was self-induced all the way through; he had a right to be pissed off about it and to see his sister without having to get passed some guy who'd no doubt helped contribute to her current condition.
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Post by brandon emmett larkin on Mar 10, 2012 19:24:57 GMT -5
The last thing Brandon wanted was to upset Ember right now. He figured that if she found out he had been fighting with her brother in the hall in an attempt to defend her honour, he would probably find himself on the receiving end of a right hook he had seen her throw countless times at the gym. He knew that Andrew would most likely tell her regardless of how this ended up and then he would be in for it when his next visit rolled around. Brandon just wanted there to be someone Ember could talk to, even if it was rubbish banter, he wanted her to have someone in her life she didn’t need to be so guarded around. It sounded as though there had been a time when that was Andrew, but for the last couple of months, he definitely hadn’t been filling that role in Ember’s volatile life and it angered Brandon. He was her brother and if he cared so much he would fight through her defences no matter how hard she fought back to make sure that she was alright.
In Brandon’s eyes, Andrew had given up when the going got tough and that earned him no respect. Brandon had seen this all before when he worked in narcotics and it was heart breaking. Families gave up on their own flesh and blood just because they could understand them or mould them to their perfect design. Ember was amazing just the way she was and if this asshole had tried to push her the way she said he did then it was no surprise that this was where it had ended up. He folded his arms across his chest and stared at the brother, silently challenging him to take him on in this fight. Brandon knew the skills to talk him into a corner, but he wasn’t about to swing a punch, nor would he retaliate with one if it came down to it.
He shook his head and looked Andrew up and down. “You hardly know your sister at all, and if that’s what you think of it then no wonder she thinks she’ll be better off without you in her life.” Andrew clearly needed to hear this, since fighting with Ember wouldn’t make him understand or take any of this as seriously as she meant it. “And what exactly does that make me? I’ve been looking after your sister for the last month, keeping her away from those lowlifes and alcoholics. I was doing the job that you claim to do, but I guess one of us can do it better than the other.” Ember had already confessed that after every fight with Andrew she had sought comfort with Brandon. He wasn’t about to tell Andrew that they had been sleeping together, because it was hardly appropriate, but he was safe and he had been keeping Ember safe. He still felt guilty over their fight right before she had collapsed, but he had brought her back from the abyss. “The way I see it, the biggest threat to Ember isn’t the people in clubs, but the person she shares an apartment with.” He was angry, riled up and ready to let it all out. He had an opinion on Andrew, but had been determined to keep it to himself, but if this guy was going to imply that Brandon was scum, then he’d hold the mirror up to him too.
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 10, 2012 20:10:29 GMT -5
There had been a time when Andrew felt like he existed solely to keep Ember from killing herself. Now, she'd pushed him out and claimed that she could survive by herself and he had no idea how to come back from that blow. He knew his sister, and he knew that, once her mind was set on something, that course was the only one in her head. If she didn't want him in her life anymore, there was every chance he'd be kicked out of the apartment and moving into one closer to work, going back to a world where Ember didn't come banging on his bedroom door at two a.m. because she was too drunk to find a lightswitch and where he didn't have to coax her from bed with coffee so she wouldn't miss class. That had been before she'd started slipping though; before they'd begun their now habitual fighting. They had been close for awhile, but their differences were beginning to show the more comfortable they got. One common trait did shine through, however, during every single one of their arguments; they both had the infamous stubborn Grant temper.
"I was there last time this happened, when she had more than just her heart to worry about. I know her a lot better than you seem to think," Andrew countered. Obviously, Ember had told her new best friend about him and, from the looks of it, this guy was going to believe every single word. He was positive he'd been painted as a villian with a "pretty boy, rich ass" image; it was typical Ember. Both things she called him every time they fought, and both nicknames he'd grown too used to over the few years of living with her. Andrew had to keep himself from rolling his eyes, only partly relieved that at least someone had been keeping his sister out of the gutters. He'd tried it a few times, and had picked her up more times than he could count from clubs, but he could only do so much when she wouldn't reveal where she was going. If he tried to follow her, she'd someone manage to shake him, and she wouldn't answer her mobile whenever he texted or called. Ember had blocked him out, not letting him do the job he wanted no matter how hard he tried. "Care to share how many times you've slept with her in that month? And, don't you dare deny it. The clothes she showed up in the other morning look like they'd about fit you." He had to smirk at the idea of someone doing "better" at this than him. Everyone was better at this than him, which he had no trouble admitting. He did, however, have a problem with Ember running wild with guys who looked significantly older than her. "Didn't say I was good at the job, only that I tried to be. If you're better at it, then by all means continue but, remember, not all of us have the advantage of sleeping with her to get her to do what we want."
Andrew took a step back, clamping a hand on his temper before it flared like Ember's so famously did. "You try watching her get worse every day, not able to do anything about. Try seeing her struggle in the morning while she remembers she didn't take her pills the day before, and the pain's practically making her keel over now but she still won't touch the things. Take a swing at that and then come call me a threat," he shot, shaking his head. "You've only seen her when she pretends that everything's a piece of cake, and that she doesn't need to take care of herself. Why don't you try 'looking after' her when the last thing she wants is someone reminding her that she could very well kill herself if she keeps playing games. She'd get pissed off at you then, too."
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LOCATION: The Hospital O:
WORDS: 721!
MUSIC: "Secrets" by Onerepublic
OUTFIT: Will be here eventually... xD
NOTES: I apologize for Andrew. I really do. xD <3
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Post by brandon emmett larkin on Mar 10, 2012 20:43:47 GMT -5
Ember had disappeared off the radar when she was sixteen and the guys in Narcs had spent a bit of time wondering what had happened to the brash blonde who was usually screaming in the precinct at least twice a month. She wasn’t behind bars and there had been no bodies of her description in homicide. Many didn’t care but Brandon remembered explicitly that he had checked with the high school to make sure she was attending and felt relieved when they said that she hadn’t missed a day all year. The fact that she had turned her life around had meant more to him than his colleagues could understand, but he had come from the same streets that Ember had prowled and he knew just how hard it could be to break away from the gangs and the dealings that went on up those dark alleys.
He didn’t know what Andrew was talking about. Ember had mentioned having a situation like this before, but the last bit, about another heart was something Brandon didn’t understand, but he didn’t care right now. He was through pushing Ember for answers and had learnt quickly that it was easier to give her the chance to open up herself willingly as time went by. However, he didn’t like the tone in which this rich kid was talking; he was definitely trying to act like superior, just like Ember had said. “Then how come you couldn’t stop it this time? If you know her so well, how come you kept pushing all the wrong buttons until she was dead in a gutter?” He hissed, stepping closer to this preppy guy who was acting like he owned the whole damn hospital.
Brandon’s jaw tightened and he looked at Andrew with disappointment. Clearly, this guy only saw a blonde girl who partied and slept her way through town; and he had the cheek to call Ember blind to the people around her? “Not that it’s any of your business, but I lent Ember those clothes so she would be comfortable going home after crashing at my place one night.” He wasn’t about to spill sordid details of Ember’s sex life to a brother who was very quickly becoming estranged. It wasn’t any of his business and Brandon knew that he had kept Ember safe, even if things had spiralled out of control emotion wise. “No one can control Ember, not even the way you think. I just know better than to push her; something you seem to be the expert at.” Brandon stepped back to calm himself down before he snapped and did mess up this guy’s face with a punch. “Tell me; how does it feel knowing that your sister would rather spend her time and tell her troubles to a guy like me instead of you, the brother she once trusted?”
Once again, Brandon shook his head. “Maybe you didn’t hear me, but I’ve been taking care of her for the last month. I’ve seen that and I’ve tried to help her. She came to my apartment the other night with a bloody face and hands, gasping for air and passed out on my couch, refusing to let me call an ambulance. So, maybe I couldn’t help her then, but I was the guy who breathed life back into her less than seventy two hours ago. I saved her life, because you pushed her to do what she did. You pushed her to the edge of reason and she fell hard. If it wasn’t for what I did, you’d be walking into the morgue right now.” He spat, his anger flaring, fists balled by his sides. “I don’t know who you think it is laying in that bed, but it’s someone who is ten times the person you could ever be. Do her a god damn favour and listen to her for once in your life.”
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 10, 2012 21:15:35 GMT -5
Ember had this guy really convinced that none of this was her fault. It wasn't her fault that she refused to take the pills that literally kept her alive. It wasn't her fault that she couldn't, just for once, realize that she couldn't be exactly like everyone else. Of course it wasn't her fault; it was his, like everything always seemed to be these days. Their fights always ended up in him apologizing, even when it'd been her to start it. Any tiffs at work had to be smoothed over by him. Anything that didn't go exactly how she wanted it, he got the blame for. But, he was sick of being her little pet and bending to her will; that was why he hadn't saved her this time. For once, he didn't want to have to rush in and save her ass from her own carelessness. She was twenty-one, legally old enough to take care of herself like a responsible adult, and yet here they were because she was too damn stubborn to admit that something was wrong with her. Andrew was done with her, though, and he was done letting her blame him for every thing that had gone wrong since they'd found out about each other. She'd said it herself that she didn't need him, and now she had this twit convinced of it, too. If he claimed he could take care of her, let him; Andrew was done trying to. Ember had done nothing to show she cared about her older brother or anyone besides herself for that matter. Let her be on her own; he didn't care anymore.
"You want to take care of her? Go ahead. Maybe someone like her will get through her thick head. I'm done with her. Obviously, she's brain washed you into thinking that she's the victim here, and you won't change your mind until you've 'saved' her from the villain. If this is you saving her, congrats, Superman. Go show her your damn medal of honor." Andrew shoved the flowers and cards into the stranger's chest, planning on disposing of the rest later. He was done now; done with his sister, done being spoken about like he was the worst thing on planet earth, and, most of all, letting Ember ruin his life. If she wanted to ruin hers, she had all the right to it, but, from now on, Andrew wasn't going to let her ruin his. He wouldn't be there to pick up her pieces this time.
He turned and walked away. For the first time since he'd found out that he'd had a sister, he felt free. And, he was in dire need of the alcohol he hadn't touched since his teenage years. Without Ember there to set the example for, Andrew wasn't going to follow his own rules. After all, he wasn't the one with the heart condition; he was just the one who took it seriously.
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Post by brandon emmett larkin on Mar 10, 2012 21:45:51 GMT -5
Brandon couldn’t believe this guy. He really was going to walk away right now and wash his hands clean of his baby sister. Maybe Ember hadn’t told the whole truth, but he could definitely see why Ember thought so little of him as of late. He was being a royal asshole and Brandon was seconds away from killing him there and then in the hospital. He was moaning that Ember was making herself out to be the victim when maybe Andrew should take a good look in the mirror. It was him who said that Ember had ruined his life and he was the one who had given up on her when she was desperately in need of a saviour. He was so busy trying to act all high and mighty that he didn’t see how low she had fallen. If anything, it was all starting to look like he had pushed Ember away as much as she did him too.
He stumbled back slightly as everything was thrust into his chest and then he saw red, following Andrew down the corridor until he blocked his exit this time. “Is it any wonder Ember is the way she is when she has you as a role model? Look at you, you’re running away now and pushing her away, which is the same thing she’s been doing, so it makes me wonder who she gets that from.” He hissed, still clutching the flowers and cards in his hold. They belonged to Ember and shouldn’t be thrown about the hospital between two grown men. “I don’t like you, I won’t deny it, but I’ll be damned if you leave it up to me to tell her that her big brother, her knight in shining armour the first time, doesn’t give a shit anymore about her. If you want her out of your life, then you can man up and tell her that yourself.” Brandon was no one’s fall guy and he wasn’t going to let Andrew get away with this. He may not have liked the man, but he knew that Ember would only get worse if Andrew didn’t try and force his way in again. She may never admit to it, but he had learnt over the last day or so that there had been a time when the two were thick as thieves and something had turned them into this mess.
“The problem is, you’ve spent so long trying to make her see things the right way that you’ve forgotten to try and work out why she’s been acting like this. Superman is supposed to be you, not me, but it’s not a hero she needs anymore; she’s incredible enough to fill that role herself. What she needed was a big brother not to lecture her, patronise and speak to her like she was some child.” He may have been crossing a line here, but this asshole needed to hear all of this. “So, if you want to abandon her just like everyone else, then have the damn guts to tell her, because I won’t. I’ll pick her up and take care of her again, but I won’t do your dirty work.” He pushed the gifts back at Andrew and gave him a hard stare, refusing to budge until the older Grant understood exactly what he was saying this time around. Forget arguments and fights now; Brandon was just compelled to do what was right, and that might just be reuniting the two siblings one way or another.
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Post by Andrew Jamie Grant on Mar 10, 2012 22:31:53 GMT -5
By walking out, Andrew was giving Ember exactly what she'd said she wanted. She wanted her big brother gone; that was just what she was getting. If she wanted him to fight for her, she could've given him something to fight for instead of screaming and bitching every time he appeared. Walking out was the one thing he could do that wouldn't piss her off more. Hell, she'd probably throw a party with her new minion! But, that was what she kept saying she wanted and what her new guy was saying now; everyone would be better off if he left.
A frustrated sigh fled past his lips as his way was blocked once again by Ember's new hero. "Did you ever think it might be her rubbing off on me? I tried to get back into her life; she wouldn't let me. I'm just doing what she'd do," he hissed, holding back from rolling his eyes. What had Ember been telling this idiot? "It's her who wants me out, not the other way around. I'm just giving her what she wants." How many times had his sister screamed for him to butt out? Now, he was doing it. This guy didn't know the half of how happy Andrew was sure Ember would be when she found out that he was gone.
"I'm not her knight in shining armour! I'm her older brother who screws up and landed her here in the first place because I have no clue in hell what to do with her! I do care about her, but she doesn't want anyone to. If me leaving is good for her, then I'm going. She doesn't need me, right? She's got you to pick up her pieces this time because God knows she can't do it alone," he said, with a submissive sigh. Andrew didn't want to fight anymore; with Ember, with himself, with a guy whose name he didn't even know yet. He was done battling for a prize he couldn't even see.
"Don't bother telling her, then, because I'm sure as hell not going to. She's screamed at me to leave enough times, and I'm going to. It's not abandoning her if it's what she wants. That's called letting her have her way, like she always manages to do." Andrew shoved his way past Brandon, not caring if it resulted in fists and black eyes. He had only one thing on his mind now: to escape.
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