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Davis
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. What the hell is that banging noise?
I slowly open my eyes and hazily peer over at my clock, but I can’t see it because Katrina’s shoulder is in my way, so I lift my heavy head. It’s 3 a.m., what the fuck Max! I slowly lower my feet to the ground softly to not wake up Katrina, although I’m shocked she’s sleeping through this noise.
Bang. Bang. Bang. It’s getting faster. It’s not coming from Max’s room so thankfully I don’t have to deal with that right now. Maybe he left his keys here at home when he went out for the night.
I slowly open my bedroom door and slip out and shut the door quickly behind me.
Bang. Bang. Scrape. Scrape. Bang.
I walk out of the hallway and I see Max has some girl bent over the dining room table and the table is now pushed up against the far wall by the window. The girl is silently panting with her cheek pressed against the placemat as is Max with his low grunts and his hips are thrusting hard against her ass. Bang! Bang! Bang! I clear my throat and as Max looks over at me he doesn’t lose his grip or his motions.
“Shit, sorry Dav. Be done in…. a second.” Bang. Bang. Bang.
I roll my eyes, the girl didn’t even notice my presence or Max talking mid thrust.
“Reign in it buddy. Katrina’s here.” I say as I walk back down the hallway and to my bedroom.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.Then it stopped.
“Davis?” Katrina’s body turns towards me as I slip back into bed. I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.
“Sorry, Max has company.” I explain as I kiss her cheek.
She settles in my grasp and is back to sleep within minutes. She’s thankfully a heavy sleeper, so hopefully if Max makes any more noise, she won’t wake back up.
* * *
I stepout of the hallway bathroom with my towel draped across my lower half. Katrina left an hour ago to head to school and I’ve got a job interview in a few hours. This morning, in the kitchen Max was quiet and didn’t say anything about his middle of the night adventures. He was cordial and joking with Katrina before she left, which is a sliver of the guy I grew up with. He apologized to me after she left and then he too, left for work. It was a routine morning these days.
Last night wasn’t the first time that I’ve walked in on a situation like that. At first, Max would be remorseful and apologize profusely. However now, he just shrugs the behavior off as if it was nothing as it happens too often. Which I understand since it is his house.
I didn’t know Betsy too well, as I was knee deep in my last 2 years of school and heavily focused on maintaining a decent GPA but I knew that she and my brother were very serious. Our families had spent a few holidays together as well as the fact that she practically lived with him, toward the end.
There’s been a few instances where I have stumbled across something that I assume belonged to her, and removed it promptly or hid it until he wasn’t around to dispose of them without him seeing. I can remember the time that he was cleaning out his closet and I had found him sitting in the back of his walk in closet clutching onto a piece of clothing tightly with his face ashen. He didn’t speak for three days after that, in which he spent the preceding days after binge drinking or passed out on the couch. I had to call into work for him and eventually Sterling showed up on our doorstep and helped me return him to his normal state of being, but still not the state of being that I grew up with.
I moved into Max’s place shortly after he moved back into the house after staying with Dane and Sterling for several months. He was still in his cast, but he was ambling around perfectly fine. He got the sympathy card from the girls and he would bring home several a week. It was awkward moving in at first, I didn’t know whether or not I would stumble upon naked bodies at any given moment. Sterling had filled me in on how he was toward the tail end at their house, so I just decided that we had to set a few boundaries here and there, while still respecting that I was a guest in his house. I just don’t care to see his dick swinging at all times.
With the exception of last night, it had been a month since I’ve walked in on him and one of his tokens. I can’t wait until I get a job, so I can think about moving out. I say I want to move out, but it will be quite some time before that happens. I don’t want to abandon my brother, while he may not specifically say it, I think he needs me.
I look at the clock, I’ve slowly been getting ready for this interview for an hour. This interview is for a grade school teacher, the school has a few other options open at the moment, so I’m hopeful.
I need to move out, that’s the bottom line. I can’t continue to bring Katrina around my brother if he’s going to keep bringing home girls and having sex with them in the public areas. What if Katrina was the one to come out of the room, she would have gotten an eyeful to say the least.
How could I move out though, my brother needs me. Right?
