Telling You What You Want To Hear

Jakel's P.O.V.

I clung to Sinclair's arm, a frown on my face as I watched Kris and Kota try to out-drink each other, and to be honest with you, I think Kris was winning.

He glared at Kota and their anger for one another fueled the drinking.

I looked up at Sinclair, "They're going to drink themselves to death." I whispered, and he chuckled at me.

"Darling, don't worry about it." He told me, "From what you told me, it seems like they needed to work it out anyway, let them." He whispered.

I stood back, away from him. "Sin." I said, slapping his arm, "How could you say that?" I questioned, hitting him once more. "He's my fucking brother. I thought you at least would understand." I growled, and walked away.

I can't believe he would think I would just watch my brother do this.

I walked over to Sin, and took the bottle of vodka they were taking shots from, and slammed it down on the floor.

"Enough of this!" I screamed. "You're best fucking friends, stop acting like this!" I screamed.