And if you've made it this far, enjoy.
“Martha,” Matt
said, “Get over here right now.”
“I
told you, I aint going to help you run that shit anymore.” I said.
“You’re
my brother, Marth,” Matt said, “You have to.”
“I
leave for Iraq in five days,” I said, “I don’t have time to look after you. Fuck
man, I’m your younger brother. You’re the one who supposed to look after me.”
Matt’s
spit landed right in front of me. I grabbed his neck and slammed him against
the wall. “I won’t let you ruin yourself, mate.”
“Fuck
off, Martha,” Matt said choking, “you think you have to save everyone and you
don’t. You think that joining the fucking Marines is gunna make daddy love you
more? You think he’ll forgive you for getting an English degree instead of some
business one? Open your eyes Martha. This family is fucked. There isn’t
anything you can do.”
I
threw him to the ground. I kicked him in the chest. I kicked again and again.
“Fuck you, Matt,” I spit on him, “I care, I care! That’s why I try to keep us
together. Renee and Ryvre have it figured out. You’re the fuck up Matt. Dad
don’t give a shit about us. We’re his childhood mistake. The only thing that’s
changed is now were publicity for a campaign. The only reason dad pays
attention to you is cause you’re the only one that can fuck with his chances at
office.”
Matt
started crying. “We’re on our own Matt. We’re on our own.” I said picking him
up and wiping the blood from his mouth.
“Why,”
Matt sobbed, “Why?”
“Cause
life is shit,” I said, “that’s why.”
