Lynn's pov
It was already afternoon when I woke up. My body felt extremely tired from what happened last night, and there were already bruises showing up on my arms. "Damn this bad luck." I browsed through my closet, finding anything that was long sleeved. But the only long sleeve I had was the shirt with black and white stripes, making me look like a prisoner. Why do I even have this?
"I looked like I just escaped from jail." I muttered to myself while looking at the mirror. A soft laugh was heard behind me, and I could tell right away who it was right away.
"The hell are you peaking for, Lyde?"
"Hey sis." He walks in without a care for manners and sat on my bed like I gave him permission. Lyde must've forgotten that I hate him freely walking inside my room, but I'll let it slide this time… knowing that I made a grave mistake last night.
"Gramps said you were at a friend's house last night. Why do you still do sleepovers like a little kid?" I teased.
Strangely, Lyde only laughed it off. "I can't help it, we were making most out of our summer and we binged watch our friend's movie collection. It was pretty cool."
Hearing him being happy felt nice. Although there was a bitter taste to it. "Must be nice to enjoy the summer." He's such an insensitive 'older' brother.
"Yeah! How about you? Do you made plans how to quit Wild Beasts?"
"Oh. About that…" I started to tell him all about it. And he was really shocked to know that the gang war happened too soon. Though it also made him upset about the chance Ren gave me. "YOU CAME BACK TO THE GANG WAR!?"
"Don't raise your voice on me." I warned, glaring at him with my fists slowly rising.
"I apologize, dear sister."
"You're forgiven."
"B-But sis! Why did you have to go back? It was already the perfect chance, you won't have to be troubled by them anymore." He looked really confused by my decision. I already bet he wouldn't fully understand my reason, but what I need him to do is respect it as it is.
"Lyde, you do know that I trained under dad's guidance ever since we were five years old. Even though I quit a year ago, my pride as someone who learned martial arts will never fade. I'll never allow anyone to humiliate me and my achievements."
"I see… so pride is way more important than your own safety, huh?" He suddenly got serious and had his arms crossed against his chest. "Lynn, must I remind you that I almost got killed from that gang? People died within that gang! They're ruthless psychopaths that doesn't care what happens to other people!"
Then it had flashed in my mind, the time I saw my twin brother laying on a hospital bed unconsciously. It did got me scared when I thought he won't survive but… "It was your fault in the first place. If you never thought of avenging your friend then this wouldn't happen. And I wouldn't be in danger."
"I-I know, I'm sorry. I'm just worried that something bad might happen to you!" I sighed at his empty words. This is what I hate most about this stupid brother of mine. He acts worried, but won't give an effort. He's too selfish with all the favors he ask for, and doesn't even think about the downsides like my situation.
Lyde will never be a big brother to me.
"You don't have to concern yourself with how I quit anymore. It's my fault for letting the chance go so I'll take responsibility alone. I'll find another way to leave the gang."
"Alright. Just come to me if you need to. I'll help you with all that I can." My eyes almost rolled at him. Lyde helping me? That felt impossible. The one who always needed help was him, and I always figure things out for him!
"Sure. You can get out of my room now."
As I finally got him out of sight, the bothersome bitter feeling just won't go away. I wish I can blame him more right now. It's summer vacation and I can't even enjoy my free days because of him. And it only gets worse for me everyday because of that damn gang full of savage delinquents.
Every fight brings bruises and scars, that's not good for someone who dreams to be a model. I quit harsh training only to get myself involve in rough situations again. "Fuck you, Lyde." I cursed. I should've said that on his face when he was here in my room.
I was going to sleep again to get the bad mood off of my system, though my mind won't let me do so. So I just wasted off my afternoon facing the screen of my phone. "Huh, what's this??"
There were messages on my phone, but one stood out because it came from an unknown contact. Could it be?… Is this who I think it is?!