Noah

I’ve been drunk for days now, like a spoiled little kid that’s been told to go on a diet and not eat everything in sight. I've taken the whole damn candy store and more. I open the door wondering who's come to tell me that I need to get my act together.

The boys.

Not again.

I told them to let me wallow in my pain. I just need a little more time, and then I’ll be back to my usual partying self. Now, I’m just in self-destructive mode, and it suits me. My brother got away with it for fucking ever, and no one bothered him about it. They left him alone. They should leave me alone. Dammit!. No one bothers him about it. They leave him alone. I tried once until he talked about Grandpa and started guilt tripping me. What the fuck is wrong with the men in our family? They're all greedy fucks!

“What?” I bark as I open the door. I never expected it to be Kylie.

“Noah, what happened?” I walk back into the house.

“If you’ve come to gloat then please don’t tell me. I’m not in the mood.”

“But, why?