blackish-brown
hair, just like his brother, but something was a lot less sinister
in the blue of his eyes.
No one had yet confirmed the fact that they
were brothers at all, but I’d heard enough in the workings of their
minds to suspect it. They were just so outwardly different from
each other. This brother wore boring clothes, seeming to display
the fact he came from a less than wealthy family, but then his
alleged brother wore expensive designer duds. It didn’t add up.
Then there was the fact of
their cars. As far as I knew, the other brother had no car at all.
In fact, I had no idea how he got around, and it perplexed me. This
brother, though, had a car. He drove a black Land Rover Defender
90. Now, this is where I really get hung up. I know for a fact that
those cars are rather rare, and that they’re not exactly cheap, no matter how
banged up they seem.
This is where I come up with my theory:
Perhaps the one brother chose to spend his allowance on clothes,
while this brother decided to blow it all on a hunk of steel.
I dropped my hands to my
sides and clenched my fists. No matter what the difference between
the two, I still didn’t trust him. There was something dark that
surrounded them both, an air of violence and death. He sat next to
Jane, and I tried as hard as I could to remain calm. Jane held a
similar darkness, and her thoughts were always filled with pain,
but that didn’t mean she should confide in this creep.
I watched her eyes move to
his face, the pain she endured every moment she lived clearly
reflected in them. Her suffering was because of the accident, and
my somewhat unconventional attempts to make her get past it hadn’t
worked. I could see what she did, and admittedly it was strange, but when
compared with the fact that I could see them to begin with, made us both
strange. I hadn’t bothered to tell her I knew. I didn’t want her
knowing about me .
I knew she worried enough as it was.
I thought back to the remark I’d made this
morning in the car. I knew it was cruel to comment about our
father’s death as though it hadn’t affected me, but I thought that
if I made it seem like no big deal, she would snap out of this
dreary trance and be happy. I narrowed my eyes, watching him as he
spoke to her. Jane’s head was facing forward now, her eyes fixed on
the ground. Her cheeks began to flush then, and she laughed.
The laughter echoed in my
head like a far away and forgotten sound. I rarely saw her laugh,
even with Wes. I stared at her beauty in that moment, and it was as
though I was seeing her for the first time. My curiosity
grew. Who was this stranger? And how was it he could make her laugh? The dark
air around her seemed to change to a lighter shade of grey.
Confused, I tried to decide whether to rush over there and scare
him off, or wait here and allow the happiness in her to grow. God
knows she deserved it.
I grumbled, finding myself torn. I looked
away from them, seeing Mother’s car crest the hill. I pushed away
from the fence, planning to storm up to Jane and pull her away. As
I thought this, the boy stood, walking away from her before I even
got the chance.
He walked in my direction but my eyes
remained focused on Jane. Her face was filled with excitement, like
a girl falling in love for the first time. I gawked at her,
wondering why she would allow him to be in her company when she
knew so little about him. Besides, I knew our mother would never
approve, especially when it came to the tattoos.
He was close to me now, and just as he
passed, I finally allowed myself to look. He glanced down at me,
giving me a polite nod, followed by a confident yet friendly wink.
I glared at him, my mouth pursed with anger. Was that supposed to
make me trust him? Because it sure wasn’t working…
When he was safely out of earshot, I
crouched low.
“ Jane,” I hissed. My attention
turned to her as she opened the car door. “What are you doing?”
She rolled her eyes at me. “What are
hair, just like his brother, but something was a lot less sinister
in the blue of his eyes.
No one had yet confirmed the fact that they
were brothers at all, but I’d heard enough in the workings of their
minds to suspect it. They were just so outwardly different from
each other. This brother wore boring clothes, seeming to display
the fact he came from a less than wealthy family, but then his
alleged brother wore expensive designer duds. It didn’t add up.
Then there was the fact of
their cars. As far as I knew, the other brother had no car at all.
In fact, I had no idea how he got around, and it perplexed me. This
brother, though, had a car. He drove a black Land Rover Defender
90. Now, this is where I really get hung up. I know for a fact that
those cars are rather rare, and that they’re not exactly cheap, no matter how
banged up they seem.
This is where I come up with my theory:
Perhaps the one brother chose to spend his allowance on clothes,
while this brother decided to blow it all on a hunk of steel.
I dropped my hands to my
sides and clenched my fists. No matter what the difference between
the two, I still didn’t trust him. There was something dark that
surrounded them both, an air of violence and death. He sat next to
Jane, and I tried as hard as I could to remain calm. Jane held a
similar darkness, and her thoughts were always filled with pain,
but that didn’t mean she should confide in this creep.
I watched her eyes move to
his face, the pain she endured every moment she lived clearly
reflected in them. Her suffering was because of the accident, and
my somewhat unconventional attempts to make her get past it hadn’t
worked. I could see what she did, and admittedly it was strange, but when
compared with the fact that I could see them to begin with, made us both
strange. I hadn’t bothered to tell her I knew. I didn’t want her
knowing about me .
I knew she worried enough as it was.
I thought back to the remark I’d made this
morning in the car. I knew it was cruel to comment about our
father’s death as though it hadn’t affected me, but I thought that
if I made it seem like no big deal, she would snap out of this
dreary trance and be happy. I narrowed my eyes, watching him as he
spoke to her. Jane’s head was facing forward now, her eyes fixed on
the ground. Her cheeks began to flush then, and she laughed.
The laughter echoed in my
head like a far away and forgotten sound. I rarely saw her laugh,
even with Wes. I stared at her beauty in that moment, and it was as
though I was seeing her for the first time. My curiosity
grew. Who was this stranger? And how was it he could make her laugh? The dark
air around her seemed to change to a lighter shade of grey.
Confused, I tried to decide whether to rush over there and scare
him off, or wait here and allow the happiness in her to grow. God
knows she deserved it.
I grumbled, finding myself torn. I looked
away from them, seeing Mother’s car crest the hill. I pushed away
from the fence, planning to storm up to Jane and pull her away. As
I thought this, the boy stood, walking away from her before I even
got the chance.
He walked in my direction but my eyes
remained focused on Jane. Her face was filled with excitement, like
a girl falling in love for the first time. I gawked at her,
wondering why she would allow him to be in her company when she
knew so little about him. Besides, I knew our mother would never
approve, especially when it came to the tattoos.
He was close to me now, and just as he
passed, I finally allowed myself to look. He glanced down at me,
giving me a polite nod, followed by a confident yet friendly wink.
I glared at him, my mouth pursed with anger. Was that supposed to
make me trust him? Because it sure wasn’t working…
When he was safely out of earshot, I
crouched low.
“ Jane,” I hissed. My attention
turned to her as she opened the car door. “What are you doing?”
She rolled her eyes at me. “What are
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