Lend Me Your
Heart
Forty-One
“She’s my sister,” my brother growled,
keeping his voice low enough that my dad didn’t wake up.
“Now cut the crap.”
“Yeah, and she’s my girlfriend, so leave us
alone. I think I know what I’m doing.”
Suddenly, my brother stood up off the couch so fast I wondered
why he didn’t topple over with dizziness.
He grabbed the collar of Zach’s shirt in his fist and moved
his face closer to his.
“Fight with me again. I dare you,” he snarled,
crinkling his nose in anger.
“Look, I don’t want to fight. I’m just sick of
everyone thinking I’m not going to take care of Layne. I
would never, ever do anything to hurt her.”
Number twenty-three, I thought.
“Outside,” Mike said to Zach. “Now.”
They both walked angrily towards the door, but when I tried to
follow, my brother wiggled his finger in front of my face.
“You’re not involved,” he warned me.
“Excuse me?” I asked incredulously, “I’m
the whole reason this stupid fight even happened. Don’t be
ridiculous.”
“Stay out of it, Layne,” Zach snapped, glaring at
me.
His tone was harsh and angry.
I know my brother had gotten him angry, but I didn’t want
him taking it out on me again.
My lip quivered and I looked down, avoiding his irritated stare
while waiting for them to walk out the door.
But, when I didn’t hear them leave, my eyes nervously
fluttered back up to meet Zach’s.
His expression was softer now… different.
He turned to my brother and shook his head.
“We can do this later, Mike,” he mumbled before
turning his back towards him and taking my hand.
I looked behind me to peek at Mike’s expression and,
surprisingly, he didn’t seem angry at all.
He actually seemed kind of impressed by the way his eyebrows were
raised.
I turned my head back around and walked upstairs with Zach, into
my room.
Once we made our way over to the couch, Zach cupped my face in
his hands and looked at me, his blue eyes hypnotizing me.
“I’m sorry I yelled,” he said. “I’m
so sorry. You don’t do anything to me and-and…I just
want to be perfect for you. I mean, you’re perfect for me.
I want to-”
“You are perfect for me,” I interrupted.
“I just don’t want to make you angry. I just want
everybody to get along.”
“I know, sweet heart. Me too,” he whispered, kissing
my lips.
I’d gone weak as soon as he called me ‘sweet
heart’.
One more kiss and I’d pass out.
“Number five,” he said, as we pulled apart.
“I’ll put up with your brother.”
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gbarone1234 · 1 decade ago
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Zach is perfect for her! Mike needs to chill out!!!