Twenty-Five
Louis
“Liam—”
My twin shot me the same kind of nasty look he’d given me for the past week the few times we’d been in the same room. He’d hardly been home since then, and I’d only caught him this time because I’d camped out on the sofa and he just so happened to be on his way in to change his clothes. “No.”
It was the only thing he’d said to me when I’d tried to explain—no. It was really all he had to say, because I knew what he meant: No, he didn’t want to hear my explanations, no he wasn’t ready to forgive me… no, we weren’t going to be okay anytime soon, if ever.
I knew I deserved every f*****g ounce of loathing he had for me right now, but it didn’t mean I was going to give up on him without a fight. I couldn’t go to Audrey and try to sort out the hurt I’d caused her be
