I fought back tears, "Steffen."
His eyes softened, and he took a few more steps, extending his arms to give me a hug.
"Don't" I held up my hand "just don't come near me."
Instead he sat on the floor next to the bed, pulling his long legs to his chest.
"I'm sorry, Cal. You know he has anger issues..."
I shook my head, wiping a tear, "I knew he was sensitive. I didn't know he was abusive."
"He had a long day. We lost a whole percentage on our crystal meth interest rate and that really got hi–
"Do you think I give a s**t?" I interrupted.
He looked taken aback, opening and closing his mouth as he searched for something to say.
I sighed, "I don't care, Illeya. You're my brother, you're supposed to be there for me. You're supposed to scare the bullies away."
He ran his fingers through
