***** JACE *****
I’d yelled those words at Carter after his brother had accused him of staying stuck in the past.
“What are you talking about?” He had asked,
“You still have her photo. I found it in your drawer.” I had been angry then, still was. The way he had completely ignored her while she was alive, only to have a piece of her still.
“Why does it matter?” He argued, “it’s just a f*****g photo. She’s just one f*****g girl, it had been years Jace, get over it!”
I charged at my brother, eyes red, barely thinking. He only managed to push drunk me off after I’d landed a few punches. He never hit back, it pissed me off even more.
We glared at each other on the wooden floor, panting.
“You know what, Jace?” He spat blood on the wooden floor and dragged himself on all fours, “f**k.
