I jerk to my feet, popping off the worn couch. I can't wrap my mind around his bottled-up anger. "What the fuck is your problem?"
Laughter bubbles up from his throat. There's an ugly twist to his lips that I find unnerving. I shake my head as my eyes narrow. I'm at a complete loss as to who my brother has morphed into.
Is this the same happy-go-lucky kid who followed me around the playground? I can barely remember back that far. He's a different person than the one he used to be five years ago. If I could find my bitch of a mother, I would wring her neck for putting us through this.
"What the fuck is my problem? That's rich!" He shakes his head like I'm the butt of a joke.
I clench my hands.