"I'll be there at the meeting tomorrow," I tell him standing up, "I'm sure this is the last time I'll be seeing you. You didn't really have to come all the way for lunch just to convince me to give your step-son money, your step-son whom I must add is NOT my brother. I had already decided to go to the meeting, just so he can leave me alone, along with the rest of you. Goodbye." I say walking away. He doesn't say anything back, and I am glad he doesn't. He doesn't love me, I don't know why or how that happened but I can see that he doesn't love me and it's such a pity that it's a default setting for me to love him even when I hate him.
                          
Two hours later I am in my bath tub, soaking up and relaxing in the soothing salts when my door bell rings. I ignore it, if its room service they will let themselves in and if it's anyone else I don't want to see them, if I ignore them long enough they will leave eventually. Ten minutes later after really trying to tune out the ringing door bell I give in and get up from my extremely wonderful bath. Wrapping my towel around breasts I angrily walk to my door and pull it open.
                          
"Woah, I expected you to come out looking angry but not angry and naked," the vile creature at my door says in the most disgusting way possible.
                          
My heart beats louder and I know I am about to have a panic attack. I take a deep breath and force myself to close my door even though my body has gone frigid and is threatening to collapse. 
                          
"Hold on," he says stopping me from closing the door in his face, "aren't you going to let me in?  Let's have a little siblings' reunion," he smirks. I don't know where I get the energy to breath or to shout at him but I do.
                          
"Get the hell out of my face Dave!" I scream at him. "Go away!" I shout. 
                          
He doesn't let the door go from his grip. "You better show up tomorrow," he says menacingly. The door to Alex's room opens and he comes speeding towards me obviously startled by my screaming. He looks over at Dave who is gripping the door and at me in my half naked state.
                          
"What the hell is going on here?" He asks.
                          
"Just talking to my sister that's all," Dave says.
                          
"MAKE HIM GO AWAY ALEX!" I scream desperately hoping Alex will comply.
                          
"You should go," he says turning to Dave.
                          
"Okay," Dave says raising his hands in mock surrender. "Just make sure she is there tomorrow, I'm tired of playing with this bitch."
                          
At that Alex throws a punch that hits him square in the jaw landing him on the floor. Before he can recover, Alex leads me back into my room and shuts the door.
                          
"Are you okay," he asks me and I nod.
                          
"Okay, now start breathing," he instructs me and I realize I have been holding my breath. At least that stopped the panic attack. 
                          
I nod and then breathe.
                          
"Now sit down and tell me what's wrong," he says to me. "Well maybe if you put on a robe first because this is distracting," he says gesturing to my towel.
                          
I give him a nod and head into my bathroom, emerging completely covered in the slightly big hotel robes.
                          
"Much better," he smiles. I want to smile back but I am shaken and all my energy is being used to keep me intact.
                          
"Thank you for coming when you did." I say to him, sitting on the couch beside him.
                          
"I heard you screaming, you guys really don't get along," he says, "how old is he?"
                          
"Around your age I suppose, I don't know all that much about him." I shrug.
                          
"You don't have to see him after the meeting at least," he states.
                          
"I wish there was no meeting at all. He doesn't deserve my grandfather's money. He doesn't deserve anything."
                          
"You really don't like him do you?"
 "To the point that I have considered buying a gun and killing him," I state and the confession scares me to the core but I also know it's very true.
                          
"Woah," he says jerking up, "you hate him that much? You know maybe he was affected by his mom's marriage to your dad as much as you were. Have you ever tried to just talk?"
                          
My blood literally boils at his words but I tell myself to calm down, that right now since I really don't have anyone in my corner I probably should treat Alex better than I have been treating him these past few days.
                          
"You seriously think I would consider letting the money go or killing someone because his mother and my father decided to have an affair. I mean it sucks that my parent's marriage broke down and it drove my mother insane but that happens to a lot of people, and they recover from that. But that son of a literal bitch took my brother and my mother away from me. He left me with no one, alone and broken. Don't ever suggest I talk to him," I say standing up from the couch and heading to the table where I pour some scotch into a glass and down it in one go.   
                          
I stand for a while, feeling the burn of alcohol down my throat. I pour another one and drink it while looking at Alex who is   at me with an expression I can't quite decipher. He looks defeated, tired, and helpless and I feel bad because I know deep down he is just trying to understand.
                          
"I don't enjoy sex," I tell him.
                          
"What?" He asks me, confused by my sudden change of subject.
                          
"I don't enjoy sex. I know that's funny considering how before you I used to sleep around as much as Nick and you for that matter did but it's    also true. I don't enjoy it but I still did it because it's the only way I felt like I could be cleansed." 
                          
He is still looking at me with a confused expression. I pour myself another scotch and though my hand is shaking uncontrollably I manage to drink it all. I need the strength. 
                          
"I lost my virginity to Dave. Don't look so shocked," I laugh bitterly as I see the shock on his face, "I didn't give it to him or seduce him or lure him into my evil clutches I mean I was only fifteen. He raped me. One night he was drunk and he raped me. That's why I used to sleep around, I thought the more guys I slept with, the more my ability to forget that night would be. I was wrong, so I drank because it helped me forget. But that's not the reason why I hate Dave, not at all." I shake my head.
                          
"I...I...I don't, that bastard!" Alex exclaims standing up and walking towards me but I raise my hand asking him to wait. I just have to explain, that's all I need to do right now because I...I just need to.
                          
"Dave raped me and even though it wastraumatizing it isn't what made me hate him so much. My mom is the first personI told and she barely reacted. She shrugged and said life sucked. The secondperson I told was Chris, the holiday he came home and he was so pissed off hetook his car and drove away in search of Dave who wasn't at home thatafternoon. He was so pissed that he must have been really driving too fast thatone of his tires burst and his car rolled over, killing instantly and becausemy mother couldn't live without him she killed herself. That's why I hate Dave,he is the reason why I don't have anyone. He doesn't deserve my grandfather'smoney but somehow he is going to get it tomorrow. Forgiveme for wanting to shoot a bullet straight into his heart."