#Chapter 179: Who’s To Blame?

The next day, I definitely feel like I’m on the outside looking in. The brothers aren’t telling me everything, and they either think I’m an idiot who won’t notice or they don’t care if I do. Three times today, when I enter a room where the brothers are, they stop talking when I approach. They aren’t even subtle about it. They just abruptly stop mid-conversation. Midsentence, even. It’s unnerving. It’s frustrating. It’s infuriating. And I’m only getting more and more pissed off as the day goes on. Meanwhile, my thoughts are running wild in my head. By now, I’ve pretty much decided they are set on going to some kind of blood war with their father, like something I’d seen in the movies. Two enemy lines facing each other, guns drawn. Like the wild west or something. The fantasy is getting more and more dramatic. Right now, it ends with each brother dying horribly. To put it mildly, I’m on edge. The regular pain I feel every time I try to breathe sure doesn’t help. I’m tired of playin