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Owen rolls his eyes and yanks his hand from mine “Fine We’ll stay there But I refuse to move in with him, Fabes You hardly know his ass”

“Owen, stop” I can’t put up with his attitude right now Drew’s being nothing but kind and generous Owen’s probably using his rudeness as a defense mechanism to cope or whatever, but I don’t want to deal I can hardly wrap my head around what our mother has done to us

Her mental abandonment has scarred me for life Her physical abandonment will probably fk up Owen’s head forever

I hate her So ht, let alone think rationally

At this very et Owen settled first Drew has a futon in his spare room, which he must use as an office, if the desk and computer are any indication I help Drewout the extra blankets while Drew goes and grabs some pillows It feels very doet used to this

But I refuse to let et all sappy and silly now My brother needsto do next

“Do you need anything?” I ask Ohen he walks into the roolass of water or maybe some Tylenol?” He’d cried on the drive over to Drew’s house, sniffling in the backseat of Drew’s extended cab I wanted to comfort him so badly but kneould refuse it

“Soests as he walks into the room with three fluffy pillows

“I’m fine,” Owen says sullenly I send him a pointed look and he adds a muttered thank-you to appease me

“Do you want to talk?” I ask hi out of the way so Drew can dump the pillows on the futon

Owen shakes his head “I’d rather be alone, Fabes I just want to fall asleep and forget this ever happened”

“It’ll just be there ready to face you again once you wake up,” I reh I’d love to But it’s staring ure out what to do, where to go next

“Thanks for the slap of reality” He sighs and shakes his head “I know you’re mad at her But…I’m not I’m worried about her She won’t answer your calls and that sucks”