21. THE NIGHT

"Do not drag me into your mess. I am done with you, I. Do. Not. Want any of your reasons. You hear that. Do. Not" Denzel yelled into tye empty room filled with his presence and his brother's presence. His face red full with anger. Veins popping on his neck and his side face.

Denzel cursed the night first the gun and now his brother, both were such a pain in his back. Even after coming back home, he couldn't get a sleep.

"You do know, this might be the last chance I have to talk with you." Louis's hesitant voice reached his ears making him close his eyes in frustration.

"No." Denzel was too fed up with everything going on around him. He knew he was doing it in a wrong way. He should give himself and his brother some time.

"Please. Denzel." Louis whisper cried nearing him.

He held his hand in his. Louis warmth spiked into his cold heart making the ice wall crack. Denzel turned his face away from him, looking away from his brother.