#Chapter31-01
"Are you ready for this?"
The question ate away at me, lingering and unanswered.
Was I?
Well, that was a dumb f*****g question. Of course I wasn't.
Did I have to do it? Of course I f*****g didn't.
Did I want to? Tumbleweeds blew as I waited for my alter ego to decide the answer to that one.
"If my brother hates me," I said softly. "Then I don't know what I'd do."
From where he sat, perched on top of the kitchen counter, dressed all in black for work, he regarded me with the most peculiar of looks. The tell-tale signs of interrupted sleep needled dark rings beneath his eyes, and his mouth was set into a firm cast. Blowing into his coffee, taking a timid sip, he sighed deeply before setting the mug down next to the coffee pot.
"Do you have a good bond with him?" he ask
