"Jason, what the hell are you doing? That's my sister! She's not your girlfriend!"
My brother threw a punch, and the two of them crashed onto the bed in a tangle of fists.
Simon's face was dark as thunder. He pulled me behind him.
I didn't dare make a sound. I couldn't even breathe.
Mid-fight, Jason landed a punch on my brother and shouted, "Your sister IS my girlfriend!"
The last shred of hope in me finally died.
Simon was staring at me. Jason was staring at me. My brother was staring at me.
My brother lost it. He demanded to know what the hell I'd been doing.
Three seconds of silence. Then I forced the words out. "I had already broken up with him before I came home!"
Simon's expression went several shades darker. My brother was stuck in the middle, not knowing whose side to take
