She sat there, on the sofa, hugged her school uniform, I felt her embarrassment as she looked at me with those broken eyes, waiting for my answer. I knew I should’ve not used those tones of my voice to her, putting her down won’t make change what had happened, happened, but I was angry to myself it was uncontrollable. It was both of our fault but it was the only way I thought to stop that to ever happen again, hoped that it would stopped.

“Ha, do you really have to ask?” I said looking at her trying to intimidate her.

She slowly dressed herself. Her tears streamed down her face and she didn’t cared to wipe it. I did wanted to wipe it for her but she would knew that I liked her more than her body. I knew that I made it clear that I liked her through our often meetings but I had to stop it. She stood and stopped to look at me with ached and broken pieces of her hopes and illusions in front of her. Then left the house without a single word. I followed her through the door and saw my brother got out of his car. Georgina stopped to look at him. She wiped her eyes and ran. My brother was dumbfounded then looked at me. He stormed inside and slummed the door so loud that the hinges, I swear almost detached in the door frame.

“What was she still doing here?” My brother asked me between his teeth.

He was furious and I knew what he thought. I fought back the looked into his eyes.

“We just talked.” I lied.

“I’ll ask you again, Davin, What! Was! She! Did! Here!” he screamed.

He saw the lies on my eyes and stepped closer. I smelled the alcohol and cigarette through his breath, chocking my lungs made my hearts jumped out into the ribs of my heart. I remained quiet. Georgina’s embarrassment covered to my frustrated guilt.

“Or shall I change my question, Davin?”

His gesture changed. Smirking at me. “Did you fucked my ex-girlfriend?”

“Kuya, I will talk to you tomorrow.” I walked passed him and stopped. “I’ll talk to you when you’re sober.”

He let a sardonic laugh when I was about to take the stairs. I looked at him, he reached for the hem of my shirt, I looked at him upset, and I pushed him away from me. I didn’t want to fight with him especially when he was drunk.

“You scorned me, little boy!”

“Please, kuya let’s talk tomorrow!”

I rushed to my room and locked the door not because I was scared he’ll rushed through it and bit me to death, I just didn’t want to have a fight with him over a girl. It was my fault, I would take the blame for it. I thought about what happened and how to explain my brother, he was all I have and I never wanted any barricade to our relationship, and I didn’t want to lie to him. Until I got tired thinking then fell asleep.

When the next morning came I felt groggy, I slept late and I couldn’t felt any connection to the world. I pushed myself downstairs. My brain fuzzed like I was inside the box. My brother looked like a zombie and he stared at me liked a knife would came out to his eyes any minute. He was still wearing the clothes he was wearing the night before, and I was also wearing what I was wearing the night before.

“Don’t tell me you came back to the bar after we talked last night.” I said.

“You’re a fucked up dope, don’t act like you’re a victim.” He took a sip from his coffee.

It was two in the afternoon but we acted like it was breakfast. We ate a leftover from the night before and didn’t talked anymore, not yet. After we ate, he washed the dishes and I returned to my room. I tried to sleep but I could hear his footsteps from the other side of the door. I stood on my bed and changed my pajamas. I took the yellow tee and shorts then sat on my bed. The footsteps of my brother for fighting the thought of confronting me vibrated on the wooden floor. After minutes past he opened the door, his footsteps were heavy when he approached me, a thud, thud, thud shook on the floor. He sat next to me, angered showed on his face. I explained to him everything from the first event and what happened the night before.

“You scorned me, Davin.” He said bitterly.

He was shaking from the boiling blood all over his body. I felt ashamed that I knew I betrayed him. He ran his hands over his face and looked at me with disgust. I tried to apologize. I didn’t knew he would act liked that but he already did. He paced my room like a thousand times battled to himself the questions he wanted to asked, though, it just made him terrible.

“Do you like her?” he asked silently.

“I don’t know.” I replied.

“I loved her, you’re aware why I broke up with her, right?”

I nodded.

He left my room, dragged his un-functioned body. I didn’t apologized I just sat there after I told him everything, it was useless, though, I was sure he hated me.

A week had passed and we never mentioned her name, it became a curse, we barely talked most of his time was in the bar and most of my time was in school and on the nearest library in town. Until three weeks had passed my brother and I talked in our usual ways, it felt like we forgotten what had happened that stained our relationship as brothers. We bonded again and I loved that we reunited again I was not so sure if I was forgiven but I knew that he loved me.

After two months, the scent of vacation screamed on our school hallways, everyone was excited including me, not that I disliked school, I loved school, but it meant more time for me to read my novels and comics. I sat on my chair waiting for the last bell to ring. I couldn’t remember what subject it was because I was busy scrambling on my notebook. There was nothing special on what the teacher were saying she was just reminding to pass the things we needed for the end of the school year. After the teacher dismissed us, Kyle, a friend of mine, approached me, he told me about the plan of his parents for the summer vacation. We stopped for a moment to say our good byes and see you next school year. When Kyle walked opposite to my direction, I saw her, Georgina, standing with her bloodshot eyed. From my view of point I knew that she was scared. I didn’t wanted to approach her but she looked like she needed me that time. I carefully walked towards her.

“We need to talk.” She said between sobbed.

Emphasizing the need. Like it was a must. She drove to the nearby city, about one and a half hour drive. Without blinking and talking, a loud silence entertained us on the drove way. She didn’t insisted a conversation and neither did I. She was panicking by her trembled hands on the wheel, and I saw the tensed on her body crumbled as she drove. I could feel the tense on her body and because of that I felt my body starting to feel the tense she was experiencing. She shared her fears to me. She parked the car to a motel parking lot that seemed old and dirty and only few people walked around. She looked at me serious in her bloodshot eyes. I forgot the beautiful face of hers. She seemed like she aged. She tried to stop her tears from falling. She bit her lower lip and closed her eyes. She covered her face and leaned on the wheel. Her body trembled.

“What were you thinking?” I asked.

“We need to talk.” She repeated.

“Yeah, I know but why here?” I asked.

“We need somewhere no one knows us.” She explained.

I couldn’t understood her actions. She banged her head on the wheel, I hugged her to cover her head. Her forehead was red. I didn’t knew what I did to made her cry. I waited for a moment for her until she calmed down. When she was okay she pushed me.

“What’s the matter?” I asked worriedly.

“I…” she begun. Tears fell on her eyes again. She looked at the window of her car. “That was wrong.” I didn’t asked what ‘that’ she meant, I already knew. “I didn’t come here for some support or anything.” She looked at me with pain in her eyes. “I just want you to know.” She whispered the last words.

She hid her face by looking at her side, her body tensed.

“I’m pregnant, Davin.” She said in pain.