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.

mom to pull her 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 the face before. If he ever laid a hand on my mom, I would stab him with the nearest sharp thing. My protector psycho

stumbles into the bookcase when he tries to pace

He really is.

had a sort of standoff relationship, he always knew that if he ever dared to upset me 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

takes the source of his rage away then he might be more manageable. Not that I want to be left

mom to hear what I have to say to him. They pandered to us all because we

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 though he steps back and gives the same hint

inside of me who pops up when faced with a man who thinks he can throw his weight around. Arry taught

Arrick, I wish

dare come into this home and start this shit here. This is our safe haven, Rylanne, and you have no right to bring this kind of shit into it or bully Bree into submission when she runs here for the same kind of support. Some of us depend on the sanity and calm that mom and dad built here. Who the hell do you think you are? Marriage does not equal ownership. She has a right to come here for the same kind of

the same whimpering victim shit that he always plays my parents with and I snap this time. It will never work on me

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

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 other’s reasons for their being, to teach us compassion. Never have I

Arry because of my past. The way I behave and shut him off sometimes. The diva I can be when I go into defensive mode. I try to push it aside and concentrate on the here and now, but a tiny aching bubble sets off inside of

eyes glaze 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

Likewise, Sophie.