My smile and body stance gave of the feeling of me being exasperating. I looked at Jason, only a few feet away from me, and began to walk back to him. I smiled and ran my hand down his face before sending my fist into his jaw.

Micah didn't take my brother from me, but she sure did take his balls. I didn't miss you and I didn't miss the annoying puppy act. I know the second that Micah opens her legs to you, you're going to drop your mouth, your pants, and your dignity while she gets what she wants, and Jason, she doesn't want you.

I looked down at Jason before rolling my eyes and walking back into the degenerate living room, or what was left of it. Jason followed shortly behind with his hand on his jaw rubbing it. I turned to him and crossed my arms over my chest.

You act like I should be happy that you are back, like I should rejoice that my older brother is back after leaving out of nowhere. I'm not going to hug you and I'm not going to sing a happy song and watch everything go back to what you and I have considered normal. I'm tired Jason, I'm tired of going around and around with you and the same fights. I'm also tired of following you and trying to be the sister I should be for a brother who could care less. I didn't miss you, I didn't even feel like you were gone.

No expression flashed on Jason's face. I looked to the ground before letting my hands fall and nodding my head. Picking the key to my car from my pocket, I started to the door.