I sat down beside my brother. Paye hadn't said anything since I entered. He just folded his arms and gave me a sneered look. His eyes stayed on me the whole time, sharp and cold.
With us was Kaye, busy drinking his juice box. The straw made a small slurping sound every few seconds. He sat beside Paye on the hospital bed, swinging his legs like nothing serious was happening in the room.
The air felt heavy.
"Paye, I know you are mad at me, but say something please," I cried out, begging for a word.
My voice came out weaker than I wanted. I hated begging him, but the silence was worse. The way he looked at me without speaking made my stomach twist.
"Kaye, tell Faye I don't want to hear her voice." Finally he spoke, but he was doing that thing when he didn't want to talk to me. He talked through someone else. His eyes never left mine.
Kaye, who was used to this, did not bother. He just rolled his eyes and kept sipping his juice.
