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Furious. Absolutely fucking furious. That's all I seem to be these days.

I've been working out as much as I can trying to relieve some of the stress but I'm only able to do about a third of my routine considering I'm still in recovery. Action is how I usually keep my mind occupied and away from dark thoughts. I'm currently not getting any of it though. I can't work up enough of a sweat to get my endorphins thoroughly pumping, drugs are out of the question, and it's not like I'll be getting laid any time soon. Self-induced pleasure isn't even a thing for me right now. My mind automatically goes to Dani's grey-blues looking up at me helplessly, something I usually enjoy visualizing. Now though, now I think about them looking at some other twatwaffle fuck who looks like me. Thinking of her being with Tristan is an instant boner killer.

After finding out about him from Brooks I went on an absolute rage. I tried to leave the house but security had managed to hold me back with the help of my sister. I feel a little bit bad for the men I beat down in the process but also not at all. Getting some of the aggressiveness out of me had been much needed. The men around me now know what I am capable of, the wrath that is all the man that I have had to be these past several years. They looked at me and I could see it— their fear. That is something I have been accustom to, that look, and a large part of me is glad to see it again. The sadistic man I'd had to be isn't just a part to play anymore. It's actually a part of me now.

Adriana had been the voice of reason through my fury. She'd begged and pleaded for me to stop, to calm down, but I hadn't, not until her tears came. I may have enjoyed the fighting, being able to let out a bit off the animal I caged inside, but hearing my sister's terrified cries had gotten me to stop. I had let Braxton pull me off the guy I'd been mauling, let him drag me back to my room. He'd stayed while I showered and changed, not making any comments whatsoever. Once I finished he left and went back to my sister.

I've been trying to make up for my sadistic behavior by being extra nice to my sister but she's not having any of it. She looks at me differently now and her usual playful demeanor has been off. She hasn't been throwing herself at her guard either. The latter I wasn't unhappy about. My sister's flirtation with the man was extremely sexual in nature and there are a lot of ways I have seen my sister but like that— no thank you.

I look down at the burnt pancake in the pan and curse to myself. The sad looking flapjack is one of my many failed attempts. I'd tried to cook breakfast to lighten the mood, maybe put a smile on my sister's face but I'd failed monumentally. The eggs got stuck to the pan and overcooked so I tried to make pancakes. My dad had always made it look effortless. I'm coming to find out that I am quite shit around the kitchen. That made me think of Brooks and the amazing meals that he'd made. If he were here he'd be able to whip up some gourmet meal that would be winning my sister over for sure. He'd done as much with me.

"I see you're trying and failing to cook breakfast." Adri strides into the kitchen giving the mess around me the once over. "It looks horrendous in here."

"It's the thought that counts, right?"

"Mmm not so much when the entire house smells like burnt toast."

"Fuck. The toast." I go over to the toaster oven to see four charred pieces of bread. "Breakfast is too much work. It's too much stuff to do at the same time. How dad manages to have everything ready all at once is a miracle. I can only focus on one thing at a time and I still manage to mess it up for fuck's sake."

"Probably why you're bad in bed." I shoot her a glare. "I'm just saying, not being able to handle multiple things at a time is a sign that someone is quite shit in bed. I feel bad for your previous lovers. I don't know how you managed to end up with two of them at the same time considering you're multi-tasking capabilities." She waves off-handedly to the disaster I'd made around us.

"I will have you know that I am the opposite of quite shit in bed."

"Yeah," she eyes the pile of burnt pancakes and then the eggs again, "if you say so. What're you hungry for?" Adri opens the fridge and starts pulling out all the ingredients to the things I'd just tried to make. "I can whip up something. Omelet? Pancakes? Eggs over easy? What do you want, little brother?" Being called that makes me let out a laugh considering I'm huge compared to her.

"Adri, it's fine, you don't have to cook anything. That wasn't the point of me trying to make breakfast."

"What? Eating? Pretty sure that's entirely the point of you trying to cook breakfast, Tor." She sets down the ingredients on the countertop before scraping the food I'd tried to make in the garbage. "Next time just ask me. You know, one would think that a twenty-eight, nearly twenty-nine year old man would know how to cook himself breakfast."

"I haven't had to cook for myself in years so I'm not really good in the kitchen, alright? Our father can't cook for himself either, don't be so hard on me. You know if it wasn't for dad the man would never be fed."

"You know that sounds awfully sexual."

"Adri. No. Just no."

"I'm just saying." She scrubs the pan I'd destroyed with the eggs. "How about this Brooks guy, does he know how to cook? He seems to know his way around a kitchen." I cross my arms over my chest and lean against the counter not answering because I know exactly where she's trying to go with that question. "What? You're not going to answer?"

"No because there's no correlation there."

"Yeah, I'm sure a man who's a sweetheart and knows his way around a kitchen, who takes care of you, doesn't remind you of our parents at all. Totally no correlation there at all." She tosses out the burnt toast and pancakes. "Anyway, I won't argue with you about the river of DeNile anymore. What do you want to eat?"

I let out a long sigh feeling frustrated with not only the topic but the fact that she's about to cook me breakfast. "That wasn't the point of all of this." I gesture to the kitchen. "The point was to make up for my outburst the other day. I never wanted you to see me like that and I don't particularly enjoy getting that.... unhinged." That wasn't a complete truth nor was it a total lie. I enjoy getting violent. I do not like being out of control of my violence.

"It's fine, Torey. It is what it is." She busies herself starting to mix eggs and other things in a bowl together.

"You're not acting like yourself. You haven't since... that day." Since seeing me go crazy and beat the shit out of multiple people like an enraged maniac.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm acting fine."

"No, you're not. You're acting different."

"And how would you know how the fuck I act?" She turns on me angrily, raising her voice. "You've been gone for seven years. Seven. During those years you didn't even have the decency to call me. Not once. Not even one time, Torey. Do you know how much that hurt?" Her grey eyes fill with tears but she blinks them away to continue her emotional tirade. "So, here I am, just living my life, not a single word from you in years, and then poof you just show back up— knocking on death's door, no less? Our parents tell me the insane life that you've been living, that mom apparently had once also lived too, then everything in between, and I'm just suppose to be okay with all of that?" I hadn't really thought of it like that but now that she says it like that I'm starting to wrap my head around how overwhelming this whole situation must be for her. "Not only am I supposed to be okay with it, I'm supposed to be fine with being locked inside of my parents' home and being watched over twenty-four-fucking-seven when I had been a completely independent woman before."

"I'm sorry, Adri."

"You're sorry? That's all you've got?" My brow furrows in confusion because I don't know what else she wants from me. I don't know what I'm supposed to say to make it better. "I have been here in Vegas living my life while also playing big sister to your son. I've taken him on playdates, read him stories before nap time. I have loved every minute of the time I have been able to spend with him so much. You know why?" She gives me a minute to respond but I just shake my head. I don't know what she wants me to say. "Because I'd basically lost my little brother. I lost you. Wolf changed things. He changed our father, changed him into the man that we should've had growing up, the man I had always wanted him to be. Now, I'm afraid of what will happen to him if something happens to Wolf or if he's never able to see him again." She shakes her head at me disdainfully. "But, in typical Torey fashion, you once again make everything about you."

"How the fuck am I making everything about me? I was just trying to make you breakfast, trying to do something nice for you."

"What? You want to make yourself feel better by making me breakfast as some sort of apology? Because you went batshit crazy the other day and hurt several people because your baby mama might what find someone other than you attractive? Get over yourself." My jaw ticks at that and my internal rage starts becoming gradually stoked again. "You know what, Tor, make your own fucking breakfast." She storms out of the kitchen without another word.

"That was the plan the whole fucking time!" I holler at her retreating back. "That's what I get for trying to do something nice," I murmur to myself in irritation. I don't know why I even bother trying.

A/N:
Happy Friday!

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