All Wrong

Chapter Six Tuesday

Henry

I can’t sleep and I hear my sister tossing and turning so I know she’s awake. If I go in there she’ll spill something without me asking. That’s the way she works. I debate on it for awhile before I sigh and throw back my own covers. I stand up and listen too see if she’s still doing it. When I hear her flip again I grab a shirt and throw it on before walking down the hall and to her bedroom.

She’ll hear me as soon as I open the door so I don’t bother with the knocking. I walk in and let my eyes adjust to the darkness once again. I perch on the edge of her bed with my back to her and think of what to say. Something that won’t give me away. I can’t let her know anything. I take my hand through my hair and sigh.

“Who can sleep with all this tossing and turning?” I tease sitting in her bed. She sighs but doesn’t look at me. Uh oh.

“I told her it’s just a house.” She says and I furrow my brows.

“Why would you say that to her after what happened to her here?” I ask evenly.

“It wasn’t the house. It was him.” She says angrily. Yeah I know. I sigh. Then she goes in to tell me Gabbys probably cheating on me with him. Like I care.

Actually give me a reason to knock him around. I sigh leaving her room. I can’t believe she told her that. I’m sure Syd loved that one. Along with being ambushed at seven o’clock.

She puts up with a lot from Grace but I’m glad I’m not the only one who does. Our parents are pretty absent not that anyone would know that.

It’s good we have each-other. But now I wonder. Who does Sydney have? Her dad? He works 65 hours a week at a motorcycle shop to pay bills and out food on the table.

Don’t get me wrong he’s a good man and a hell of a father. Nobody knows the story about her mom. It’s not without effort. We’ve asked hut she shuts us down.

I wonder if that twit would know. I make a mental note to ask him about it. Not my top of the list thing to do but dollars to donuts he knows something if they were together for three years. Granted her and Grace have been friends since kindergarten and Grace doesn’t know s**t.

I lay down and close my eyes thinking of the girl that barely tolerates me. Not that I can blame her. She’s known me her entire life and I’m a player just like Bryce.

I groan. No nothing like him. I hate him. Maybe I’ll show her the difference and kick his ass all at the same time. Two birds one stone.