The Carrero Heart - Beginning (Friends to Lovers)

They live close by, their house practically a replica of this one and I guess they came over for a reason and got into it. My mom, as sweet and unassuming as she may appear has always been a lot like Sylvana. A momma any child can run to, even when they hit their thirties and I guess it’s partly why I wanted to come here and see her.

I needed her.

I sit Bree on the couch as she continues to sob and put a protective arm around her, silently watching him walking around like a caged animal and feel that detachment for him I’ve had for a while, when he’s this version.

“She knocked it over, not me!” He barks at my mom and I scowl furiously that he would dare talk to her like that. The woman who loved and raised him and saved him from a life that was destroying him. My mom takes a deep breath to calm herself and turns to him appealingly.

“Rylanne, you know what drinking does to you… She came here to see me. I think you should leave and let her do that.” My mom is trying for gentle and appealing to his better side, but Bree’s wailing and sobbing seems to be fueling him. He can’t stop glaring at her over my mom’s small height and red hair and it’s agitating everyone.

“So she can sob on about how shitty a husband I am and make me look like an asshole to my own family?” He’s ranting, stamping, and my anger is simmering only below the surface. I have to take breaths to cool myself before I throw something at his stubborn pig-headed face.

“You called her.” Bree sobs softly and then breaks into another pathetic sob and my mom turns on him angrily.

“You told me you cut ties with her, Rylanne? The affair was over. Why did you do that?” She’s losing her cool and I can see him bubbling up rather than backing down and know only too well all the signs are there. Rylanne has been drinking a lot. I can quickly summarize that Bree caught him calling his new side bitch or broke-off side bitch and came running to my mom to break her heart again. He followed in a rage and world war three broke out.

Nice, Rylanne, you complete asshole.

He can’t keep using the excuse of a shitty childhood to justify the shitty person he has become. Bree may be a doorstep, fragile and old-fashioned, but she deserves so much more. She won’t leave him though. She views his affairs as part of his addiction problem and refuses to acknowledge he can control it. He’s a cheating scumbag and she won’t divorce him.

away by the arm. She’s getting too close and he’s like a simmering pot that’s going to blow. It wouldn’t be the first time he has started smashing things up, and he has punched my dad in

bookcase when he tries to pace back, to where he had been before. More evidence of how wasted he really is, and I cannot even imagine living with someone like him. Bree needs her head examined and I thank my lucky stars that Arrick

He really is.

that Arry would have no qualms about breaking his face and I think in a way it’s always left him a little unsure around me. Ben was always the one to control him, but since he moved out

mom by the cardigan to get her attention, knowing when it’s a futile cause and knowing that if she takes the source of his rage away then

won’t say anything about it, but he actually turns it off when faced with his siblings who won’t put up with the same shit from him. I don’t want my mom to hear what I have to say to him. They pandered to us all because

hand as she passes to pull her out of the room. I don’t stop to ponder the importance of that and face my brother instead. He’s smirking at me like he thinks I have a nerve and sways around a little. I notice

chin defiantly. That little warrior inside of me who pops up when faced with a man who thinks he can throw his weight around. Arry taught me to never back down and he would be proud of me if he were here. In fact, he would probably be standing in front of me

wish

hell do you think you are? Marriage does not equal ownership. She has a right to come here for the same kind of safety the rest of us do and you should learn some god dam respect for your parents, if not your wife. For all they did for us in bringing us into their home and giving us a chance at better lives. Stop disgracing them and throwing it back in their faces. Grow the fuck up.” Tears bite at my eyes when I say this to him, low and steady, the tone severe

been through.” He starts with the same whimpering victim shit that he always plays my parents

your daddy hold you down and rape you in between beatings, huh? How many times were you defiled and stripped bare of all dignity and made to endure some things so horrific that you wanted to die rather than keep living through it? Being beaten was a far easier cruelty to deal with than what I endured when he was in the mood for something less violent. So don’t you dare fucking tell me that I do not know what you feel or what you went through. Look at me… All the reasons I could make excuses for being a complete fuck up like you. Am I abusing Arrick, cheating on him and drinking myself stupid

so very emotional. I’m shocked at even myself, because I have never uttered any of this to my brothers before. They knew, of course they did. My mom made sure all her children were aware of each

way I behave and shut him off

over as his body sags. I waiver a little, but not enough to feel less pissed at

you suffer because you’re so fucking self-absorbed. Stop making her feel like she’s to blame for your issues.” I bite this sentence at him and swallow hard when

Likewise, Sophie.