-Alex's Point of View-

I knew I was trapped. His gaze was locked on me in confusion, anger, grief. He had awoken alone on the couch where May and I had dropped him before our rendezvous. He had found me wrapped in her bed sheets, hair a mess, still naked, and giving away every sign of what was going on in between his sister and I.

"I must have gotten into the wrong bed last night," I said, pointing blame to the alcohol that had plagued my mind from last night. Hope held my gut, asking for him just to accept that answer before he truly got hurt by my unfaithfulness.

"Alex, why do I feel like that's a lie?" He asked, raising an eyebrow and I knew that I had been caught like a fly in the spider's menacing web.

"Jack..." I trailed off not even knowing what to say. I was afraid that I was going to lose him when I knew that I need him. Truthfully, I really do love him with all my heart. Without him, I'd been empty, even if May kept to my side.

"Tell me the truth," he said, eyes beginning to water slightly and I knew where this was going. This was the beginning of the end.

"I-"

"Alex! Are you still in bed, my lovely sleepyhead?" May yelled walking into her room in only the lacy undergarments that she had been wearing at the club last night. Her face flushed crimson red when her eyes hit Jack.

"Did you know about this?" He asked her and she backed away slowly, holding her hands up in defense.

"I don't remember much of last night," she said and I could tell clearly that she was lying. Both of us were sober enough to remember every intimate detail about last night. Hell, I wouldn't think twice about reliving it if I could.

"Don't fucking lie to me, May!" He shouted and both of us flinched at his sudden anger. His fury was masking the fear that was sitting clearly in his doe brown eyes. He didn't want his weakness to be seen in this time of defeat.

"Jack, there's not much to remember. We went partying and I don't remember setting one foot back into the apartment. Besides, last night I was dancing with someone else." Not a whole lie, but not really the truth. I was hoping that Jack wouldn't exactly continue to fight.

"Last chance, Alex. What happened?" He asked, almost begging for one of us to give him the answer. He wanted to determine whether his love was still his or his sister's.

He stared at me for a few moments and I felt my heart leaping around wildly in my chest. I had two choices here. I could tell him the truth and hope he'd forgive me eventually, or I could lie and just hope that he'd let the entire thing go as a misunderstanding. I had those choices and only seconds to answer the begging male. Quickly I swallowed the nerves that were coming up in my throat and I looked him dead in the eyes and said, "I slept with her."

Without another word, he turned on his heel and walked out. I heard the front door slam, shaking the entire apartment, and May stood there, arms wrapped around herself, shaking like a leaf in a windstorm.

"Come here," I said and she walked over and laid down beside me. I wrapped my arms around her and she burrowed her face into my neck. I could feel the hot droplets of her tears as she kept her sobs silent. She didn't want me to worry about her, but I was anyway. I was worried for her, Jack, and most of all, myself.

~~~

The day passed on quickly and May and I continued to lay in her bed, not really caring if Jack returned to yell at us some more. Jack had been so blind to us. We got away with so much when he wasn't paying attention. Nothing could break May and I. I didn't want anything to.

"Where do you think he is?" May asked, glancing up at me with her brown eyes, my fingers playing with the lace trimming of her bra. She didn't mind it at all, but neither did I.

"He's probably taking a walk, thinking about a few things, blowing off some steam. He'll be home before too long," I said and she sighed, leaning up and placing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I enjoy our alone time, but I'm just worried about him," she whispered and I brushed a stray strand of her dark hair behind her ear. Another sigh fell from her lips and I held her tighter than before, afraid that she was going to have another tear filled fit.

"I am too. I'm just not sure what he's thinking about right now," I said and she nodded her head, tracing her fingers on my chest. She made small circles and I kissed her forehead.

Silence hung in the hair and it seemed pained. It was like the calm before the raging storm. We both wanted to know what's been going on and what was to happen next, but at the same time, we were bother afraid to know the consequences of our actions.

I was just about to break the silence when I heard the phone ring, dragging May away from me.

~~~

-Jack's Point of View-

I was throwing back drinks like they were water. I didn't care anymore. I didn't want to feel the pain that was slicing open my chest right now. The pain caused by my lover sleeping with my sister while I was passed out on the couch, sleeping off the many drinks that I had the night before and getting ready for the major hangover that was heading towards my way.

"Bad breakup, mate?" Someone with a thick British accent said. Everyone here as an accent, but there was something about his that caught me off guard. I looked over to see a guy with brown hair and blue eyes watching with a surprised expression.

"Not exactly. My boyfriend was fucking my sister in our apartment," I said and he frowned and shook his head, showing concern for me.

"I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know what you're going to do next?" He asked and I took another huge swallow of Jack Daniels and Coca-cola and shook my head.

"Right now I really don't care. I'm here to waste away in the booze and forget about the both of them," I said holding my drink high up above my head and he smile before doing the same. We threw back our drinks at the same time and before I knew it, the bartender was back over handing us even more drinks.

"What's your name by the way?" The guy asked me moments later.

"Jack Barakat. I'm originally from Baltimore, Maryland, but we moved here about a week ago to get away from the trapped life that my sister and I had with our parents," I said, not caring about the amount of information that I was giving out to this complete stranger.

"Nice to meet you, Jack. My name's Josh Franceschi. Also, aren't you related to that millionaire in the United States?" He asked and that's when my thoughts went straight to my father and his drinking problem. Here I was, shunning every alcoholic drink and now I'm downing everything in sight. Seems like I'd learn being the youngest child of an abusive alcoholic would scare me away from it for good, but it's done the exact opposite of that.

"I am actually. Youngest son of that bastard," I growled and he nodded his head.

"I'm not even going to ask what kind of mom and dad issues you have. I'm sure they're not very good if you left the money and ran off to England," he said and I nodded my head.

"My sister wanted to leave. She was the one living at home, caring for them while they came down from their highs. Daddy was a drinker and Mama enjoyed the white power too much to care," I said, answering his question anyways.

"That's horrible. Sounds like that money went straight to their minds. I'm sorry you guys had to go through that," he said and I didn't know if it was genuine or not, but I was too drunk to care.

"We tried to escape here to be free from it, but it seems like the opposite has happened," I slurred, grabbing my drink and standing up. Josh watched me carefully as I looked at him and said, "Do you want to dance with me?" He nodded his head and we began heading off to the dance floor.

~~~

Head pounding, room spinning, I woke up to the scent of a hotel room, and my hair was a mess. Someone's arm was wrapped around my waist, the warmth of their body pushed against mine and I knew for a fact that it wasn't Alex.

I sat up slightly and saw the scruffy brown hair in the dim lighting that was coming from outside. I could tell that it was still dark so that means that we hadn't been here for too long. I recognized the guy quickly. Josh. Last night must have lead to other things since I was drunk and pissed off about Alex and May's shenanigans.

I attempted to slip out of Josh's grip without waking him, but as soon as the bed creaked with my weight, his eyelids fluttered.

"Where're you going, Jack?" He asked, looking at me with blurry blue eyes.

"I need to get home, but I'll leave my number and you could call me sometime. I'd love to talk to you again," I said and he nodded his head before laying back down and softly snoring, proving that he had fallen back asleep without much of a fight.

Picking my pants up off the floor, I pulled a napkin and a pen out of my pocket and wrote down my number before signing my first name. I laid it down on the bedside table and began looking for the rest of my clothes that had been scattered around the room in my drunken haze. Quickly I pulled them on and I made my way out the door. After a moment of searching my pockets, I found my phone and noticed that it was just after five in the morning. I had six missed calls from Alex, May, and Joe. It was strange how my brother had called me, but the other two I could guess why.

I took a cab back to the apartment (surprising they were out this late) and began to head toward the place I called my home. My key sank into the lock and I opened the door to reveal the living room where Alex and May sat. May was crying and Alex was trying to comfort her.

"What happened?" I asked, worry lacing my voice.

May looked up at at me with watery brown eyes and she let out a sigh, "Where have you been?"

"Why does it matter, May?" I asked.

"Just answer me, Jack," she said, annoyance in her upset tone.

"I went to the bar and got drunk, blacked out, some guy to me to a hotel and let me sleep most of it off." Not the whole truth had left my lips.

"Joe called. Dad's dying," she said and I felt my heart crash down through my chest.

Notes

Title Credit: Told Ya So by Get Scared

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