Page 21 of A Spark Of Home

That makes him chuckle. “Still have an attitude, I see.”

I don’t answer him. He’s going to paint anything I say or do as aggressive and overly emotional.

“Well,” he sneers, “a little birdie told me you were back in town, so I decided to check in on my little brother. See if there’s anything I can help you with.”

I want to laugh. He doesn’t want to help me. He wants to put me in my place, and I’m sure he’s going to try to intimidate me to make sure I don’t mess up with Dad.

Our father is unbearable on a regular day, but the sight of me turns him into a straight-up monster.

“I’m good.” I keep my face blank.

“What brings you back to town?”

“Darlene.”

“Ah.” He sighs. “Well, she’s the only one you ever cared for in this family, so that makes sense.”

I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “She’s the only one that ever cared about me.”

Christoper just shakes his head and gives me the disappointed look he’s learned from our dad. “Not true. You’re the one who distanced himself. You’re the one who always tried to sabotage our family. When you’re ready to grow up, then reach out. We’d appreciate it if you could be part of the family like a normal person. Mom misses you. But if you’re unable to do that, then stay away.”

I’m grinding my teeth, but I already regret my earlier outburst, and I cannot give him more fuel.

I lift my eyebrow and try to look bored. “That it? Because I have some stuff I need to put in the freezer.”

“We’re done. Good to see you.” He gives me that false, slimy smile that he uses in all his business meetings.

I wait for him to leave and don’t open my front door until I hear his footsteps downstairs. I kick my shoes off aggressively and carry my grocery bags into the kitchen. Then I pull my phone out of my pocket and send a text.

Me: If I were accused of murder, would you give me an alibi?

Mike: Yes.

Mike: Chris show up?

Me: Unfortunately

Mike: He found you fast. What did he say?

Me: The usual. Told me to stay away

Mike: Oh no! I’m sure you were hoping to attend a loving family reunion.

Me: Exactly. I’m heartbroken

Mike: Did you tell him about Darlene?

Me: Nah. I’m sure they’ll find out sooner or later. Wanna come by this evening and watch the game?

Mike: I wish, but I’m going to watch with my dad. I’d invite you over, but I don’t think that’s for the best right now.

Me: No worries

I stare at the groceries on my kitchen counter, realizing I’m not in the mood to cook anymore. I’m quite honestly not in the mood for anything right now. Other than maybe a punching bag or screaming at the top of my lungs. I close my eyes for a moment and take three deep breaths. When I open my eyes, I know exactly what will brighten my mood.

I grab my keys and slide my shoes back on before virtually sprinting down the stairs. My head will clear once I feel the warm evening air on my skin while riding my motorcycle. Nothing makes me feel more at peace than that.

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