"You bastard!" I screamed.
I got up. I saw Garrett staring at me with bloodshot eyes. He was pale, his blue veins popped out of his forehead. His expression was angry and he seemed as if he hadn't slept all night. Slept with a girl that is.
"What?" I asked.
"You are... How... how do you know, brat?"
"How do I know what?"
"Don't you freakin' try to act smart with me. Do you know?"
"She was my girlfriend. My first and last. She was my love. My true love."
"You really believe in all that crap?"
"Yes. I do. And I miss it."
"Well, I'm not sorry. She was just there. That beauty. She was soooo hot."
"You better watch it!"
"What, you gonna tell mommy?"
"Really? Momma's boy."
"I hope you know that mom and dad are separated."
"Well, I don't give a damn about them."
He smiled again. He was a devil. He was, unfortunately, my brother. My blood. My flesh. This sucks.
I got out of my bed, realizing that it wasn't my bed. I was in the hotel. If my brother didn't care, why would he bring me here?
"Look, dude, don't you want a variety of girls?"
"Why are you sticking to one?"
"Because I know she's waiting."
"Are you mad?"
"Are you seriously asking me that? You raped my love, you don't give about our family, you mess with innocent girls, half the time getting them pregnant, you are a millionaire that spoils himself till he pratically has wiped out the whole electronics stored, and you get your 19-year old brother drunk."
And that was that. Garrett walked out, probably kissing the maid, and I saw him leave the building. What I had just said was the truth. He knew that.