Alas, he’s my brother. I can’t kick his *ss however I want. Brian held his frustration back and took the call. He roared, “This better be important, or I will kick your *ss. I don’t even care if you’re my brother!”
Eugene didn’t even realize he had interrupted Brian’s sleep. All he wanted to know was what had happened to Olivia. All of Brian’s complaints fell on deaf ears as Eugene barely paid attention to what he was saying. “What did you say?”
Brian held his fury back and asked, “Why did you call?” Eugene snapped out of it and answered, “Just wanna say that if Olivia comes back, call me.” “Olivia?” A frown creased Brian’s forehead. “Where did she go this time?”
“Nambahd.” “What? When did that happen?” Eugene had no answer for that. Oh, I forgot to ask. “Didn’t ask. We didn’t even talk much. You guys don’t know she came to Nambahd either?” “Yeah, she didn’t mention going there.”
I’m pretty sure she had told North about this, though.” Brian’s drowsiness dissipated a little as the topic of the conversation caught his interest. “What happened? Did you guys fight?” “No. We barely even talk, let alone fight.”
“So, why did she come back alone?”
“She’s not alone. She’s with Jewel.” “Same difference. They went to Nambahd to look for you, and now, they left you there alone. You think that’s normal?”
“I know it’s not. That’s why I’m calling you. Stay in touch. I wanna know the latest news.” “You could have just, I don’t know, scheduled a flight back here?”
“I can’t go back right now.”
“What happened?” A sigh of resignation escaped Eugene’s lips. “It’s complicated. I can’t leave. Just tell me once she gets back. That’s all I need.”
“Hey, wait!” Brian stopped him. “You won’t call me again, will you?”
“I might.” “Eugene!” Brian was miffed. “I’m going to ignore you if you call me one more time. I haven’t been sleeping well lately, and you just called me four times. You’re going to give me a heart attack.”
“If I can’t call you, who else can I call?”
“Your son.”
“He has school tomorrow.” “And I have work. Dammit, Eugene. You don’t want to disturb your son, so you come to me instead. And now, you expect me to help you out? As if, Brian grumbled and hung up. He then plopped back down onto his pillow, but he was still worried. I should probably switch my phone off. I don’t want him to call me again.
He reached out for his phone and was about to turn it off when a text came in. ‘Good morning. Did you sleep well?’
He looked at the time. Goddammit, it’s already morning. I didn’t even sleep a wink. He noticed who the sender was, and his lips twitched. It’s that girl again. God, she’s persistent. She kept texting him every day. Not every text was a good morning or good night, however. Sometimes it would be a photo, sometimes it would be a status, and sometimes it would be some interesting stories. It almost felt like he was her wall where she could post her status.
Nah. If it were a real social media wall, she’d have gotten reactions and comments, but she’d receive nothing but radio silence from me.
