Chapter 36: The Explosions of the Remnants of the Dead-2

"And you think he wants to be with you?" there was genuine incredulity in the way she snorted. She looked at me up and down. "I bet you don't even know what a Prada is, considering how much class you have," she paused as she feigned surprise. "Oh, wait, you don't have any." I didn't realize what was going on, but the next thing I knew, the distance between Cady and me were shortened considerably. My hand was shaking hard in the middle of the air, balled onto fist and ready to punch, if only Alec didn't hold onto it. "Let go of me," I hissed to him. "The bitch deserves it." "No." "You're saying that she doesn't deserve at least one punch for making you miserable?" "Yes, and more." Alec shot Cady a look so cold it could freeze her. "Cady, stop embarrassing yourself. I'm done with you." "The least you can do, Alec, for taking him away from me, is to be with me," Cady said. "You took away the person I loved the most. The only person I couldn't leave without. And now you're also going to leave me, too? How could you?" "He didn't do anything wrong!" I retorted back, but then I felt Alec's finger closed upon my lip, effectively shutting me up. He gave me grateful smile, before then he turned his head toward Cady. "It was an accident." "You were the one covering his eyes!" she started crying again. "I hadn't meant for it to happen, Cady," the words that came out from his voice was in stagnant period. He was having a difficult time dealing with this, and yet he fought through. He really wanted to be free from her. "You didn't mean it, but where is he?" there was hopelessness in her wail, a broken hope. A cry for someone who would never go back. "He's not here anymore. And there's only you. You look like him. You act like him. You have the same hobbies, the same demeanor as him. You're killing me by trying to be him. Admit it, Alec, you want me to move on, but in actuality, you're the one who needs to move on." She was messing with him, that I could see. Both were vulnerable in this subject, both used each other as a form of atonement, but at this moment I could see it. Alec hated Cady as much as she hated him. He hated him for taking away the 3 years of his life, and she hated him for taking away her better half. "You're such a rotten bitch," Alec said in subdued tone. I found myself shuddering at the sound of his voice. "Get out of here." Shaken, and not totally believing that she was just thrown out, Cady only stared at him in dazed eyes. "Get out of my father's hotel!" An ample range of emotions crossed over Cady's voice, before then she inhaled deeply and enunciated the word in an incredibly slow motion. "Gladly." - - - Both of us watched as Cady dragged her luggage with her. She didn't scream or even say anything, which was a surprise, but when she got out from the house, she made a point to slam the door as hard as she could. It was still a mystery how the door didn't just break, because I very much expected it to. Alec and I stayed on the table for hours. He hadn't said much ever since the fight, and it was worrying the hell out of me. I was so used to see him smile and absorb everything. But now it did look like he was deeply affected by it. "Alec," I tried calling him. He didn't answer me. His chin was rested against his joint hands, and his eyes stared at the empty space. "Alec," I tried again, this time I put a hand on his shoulder. Alec reacted by flinching, his breathing short and sporadical. "Oh," he tried smiling and failed. "Sorry, what were you saying?" "I was saying that our pee-pees should be friends." There was much movement in which he tried to stand up, and then sit down again, and after a few failed attempt of trying to look casual about it, he just ended up blushing. "What?" I smiled. "Now that got your attention." Alec didn't seem to appreciate my joke, but he was too deep in his thoughts to made a tangible protest. But then at least he wasn't staring at the empty space anymore, and he looked more conscious than before. "What were you thinking?" I asked. "My brother." There was a pause. "I'm sorry, Andrea. For dragging you to the shithole that is my life." "You don't need apologize." "Just that? You're not going to say that my life isn't a shithole?" That brought me a smile. At least he hadn't lost his ability to joke. "Considering what you've been through for three years, yeah. It's pretty fucked up." "It was one of the better break-ups," he said. Then he looked around, as if looking for something. "I really need a drink right now." "You're not a much pleasant person when you're drunk," I said, taking in the words that he said to me weeks before. "I like you better when you're somber." "Keep going," he smiled weakly.