Interrupted Heart

16 | CONFESSIONS

"What in the actual hell, Tyson?" I dropped my luggage from my grip. Walking into the place I called a home only a few days ago, I didn't expect the drastic change that my brother failed to communicate.

"You told me they'd barely started." Dust settled disgracefully on my boots as I felt my lungs begin to develop asthma.

"They have! Considering the fact that it's the majority of the house that's going to be done." Tyson explained as he walked towards me. Overalls which were covered in magnolia coloured paint covered his body.

"Why are you in overalls like you're doing anything?" I inspected his attire noticing that he had purposely swiped paint on himself. "Fake ass Bob the Builder."

"You need to appreciate all that I'm doing for you."

"Doing for me? Tyson, you did all this planning behind my back and you want me to say 'thank you'. This house is in my name too and not by choice. You decided to put my name on the papers." Tyson rolled his eyes and began to move some boxes from the hallway. I followed him as he made his way into the only room that wasn't being demolished; the kitchen.

"You're sounding really ungrateful right now, Nyla." He carelessly threw the boxes in the side closet.

"I'm not ungrateful. All I'm saying is that you can't make major changes without talking to me about it first. You don't even have a good eye when it comes to interior design. Remember your old car?" I raised my eyebrows at him and waited for him to recall that atrocious time.

As soon as Tyson passed his driving test at 18, he had picked out a Honda and immediately paid a custom car designer to change up the whole car. I felt like he wanted to reenact an episode of Pimp My Ride and we all know how awful those cars turned out. What was a simple black exterior, grey interior, sophisticated mode of transport, turned into a chrome and metallic green disaster. The car looked as if Shrek had spewed it up from his gut. I refused to allow him to drive me anywhere. The only reason why he had a decent car now is because his reputation with the ladies became almost non-existent. It's funny how some females get turned off by an ugly car but not by bad personalities.

All about the money.

I felt weight being placed on my shoulder and I turned slightly to see Ace's head propped up on it; his chin compressed making him look like a miserable child.

"Did you know about this?"

"Mmhmm." He didn't hesitate in his response. I shrugged my shoulders causing him to leap away and I turned to face him.

"Why did you think that I was so persistent in you coming with me?" Ace asked, tilting his head dramatically to the side.

"Because I'm your manager? I didn't think you would plot behind my back like 'BooBoo the Fool' over there."

"How about everyone leaves and you put the house back to how it was all by yourself?" I heard Tyson shout from the hallway. I wasn't sure whether he was purposely trying to wind me up. Either way, it damn sure was working.

"You better watch your attitude before I murder you and bury you under this house. I'm sure the workers that you've hired wouldn't mind an extra tip." Ace chuckled and shook his head whilst he leant up against the doorless doorway. I didn't hear Tyson as he randomly appeared next to Ace.

"Your mum."

Oh! He wants to go there? Finish him!

"You're ugly like your daddy. No wonder he left this house to you." Tyson let out an exaggerated grunt and walked right up to me.