Chapter 51: Amber’s Worry
"The world doesn’t revolve around you Preston. No one has to bend to your will. What is even going on in that head of yours? Why are you acting like this? You never used to be like this, you..."
Brandon’s words trailed off.
He dropped his gaze to the floor, sighing.
"Wait, what am I even saying?" He chuckled. "You’ve actually always been like this. I’m just the one who’s always kept quiet about it and pretended like I couldn’t see it. Now, take a look at yourself. You’re losing it, Preston and you don’t even know it."
Preston was deathly silent on the other side of the phone. The next thing to be heard was his soft amused laughter. And then the coldness of his tone. [Lyra was right about you]
"Meaning what?" Brandon cocked a brow.
[You can’t be trusted, Brandon. I can’t trust you. At least not anymore. You’re becoming someone who I don’t recognize. You used to be so quiet, just doing what you’re told. But now, you say all sorts of nonsense to my face, trashing me and trying to make me feel like I’m a monster. What’s next? You’ll backstab me? Join her? Do you think that makes you a saint? You’re no better than me, you know? You are just as awful as I am, and if you think otherwise, you’re doing nothing more than deluding yourself]
[Now] he continued. [I’m only going to warn you once, and only this once. Do. Not. Interfere with any of my plans. Keep quiet and stand aside. Allow me to handle my problems, because if you involve yourself any further than you already have, little brother, I’m sorry to say, but...I might just break you. You of all people should know what I’m capable of. I mean, you even called me a monster. Don’t push my hand, Brandon."
Brandon’s pupils were slightly dilated, clearly in a state of disbelief. He asked, "Are you...threatening me, Preston?"
[Call it whatever you will, Brandon. This conversation is over]
"Preston—"