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I scoffed at that. "No s**t," I muttered. "Why do you think Erik's out God-knows where doing God-knows-what? For all we know, he could be going on a rampage or finding hookers on the streetcorner, hoping they fall in love with him." I sighed. "He can be really ******** pathetic sometimes," I said. I didn't know where all this was coming from. "I mean, he loves Rev, sure, but whenever he and I are alone together, he constantly mopes about it. Yes, Rev is a nice piece of a**, very pleasing to the eye, and most likely a great ********, but..." I walked over to the Reverend and clamped my hands over his ears, burying his face in my stomach. "He's an a*****e."

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I'd had enough of this. Wandering the streets, having a pity party. Besides, it was starting to rain. I turned around and headed back for the Manor, walking a little faster now. I didn't even realize it as I almost ran into the gates. I pushed them open and walked up the path to the great main entrance, pushed open the door, shed my wet coat and shoes, trudged upstairs, straight to my room. I even ignored the little party in Danielle's room.

Just before Tori had re-emerged into my room with multiple bottles of alcohol, I had seen Erik walk by. I began to follow when Tori barged in. I took two bottles of Smirnoff - Erik's favorite - and opened one and began to drain it. I tossed the empty bottle aside, throat burning, and began out the door again. However, before I left, I grabbed another Smirnoff and walked out of the room, down the hall to Erik's room.

***

"Go away," I said before Danielle even knocked. I knew it was her, because I had heard her footsteps, and I knew very well by now how her footsteps sounded.

***

"I have Smirnoff," I said in a sing-songy voice just outiside his door. As evidence, I dinged the bottles together softly. There was a slight hesitation, and then the door creaked open slightly. A hand shot out and grabbed a bottle. Then an eye peeked out, saw another bottle, and the hand shot out again.
I sighed at my brother's stubbornness.
"Fine," I said. "I'll have someone else talk to you. Tori!"

I let out a frustrated sound. "I need you to talk to Erik. I don't care if you have to break down the damn door. I can't deal with him when he's like this, or I might do something stupid. So have fun." As I walked by her, I stole her rum, took a burning swig, and gave it back to her, going back to my room.

He stepped into th hallway slowly, looking at those two with a slightly forlorn look on his face, before he started towards the commotion forming around Erik's room. "Might as well.. say something.."

He wandered up to the room, and he knew it wasn't really his place, but he barged in, really, just pushing the door open and stepping in.. looking around slowly. "Well.. Erik.. I have to say something."

He rubbed the back of his head, and shook it once or twice before sliding onto the edge of the bed and trying to just spit it out for the other. "Well.. Erik. Here is the deal. I.. Trust me, I wish I could love you back, but I really just.. Don't. And I don't think you are honestly in love with me, just.. in love with The Reverend. The one that truly loves me will well, know everything about me. You.. Are just a friend." The Reverend was going in circles now. "Don't devote yourself to me.. and stop hurting over me.." He bit his lip softly, and shrugged his shoulders. "And, I'm.. I'm just here to settle down, and I'll be leaving the Mansion eventually. Thats my life, I'm doomed to well, wander around aimlessly untill the end of life."

I sighed, then drained the rest of my Smirnoff bottle. I then proceeded to open the next one and swallowed a decent amount.
"I know you don't love me," I said. "But getting over you won't be that easy." I looked at him, finally. "You can't leave the Manor," I said. "This is our home. And as much as it kills me to see you every day, I don't want you to go. And Danielle doesn't either." I looked at Tori apologetically. "She feels sort of the same way I do... to a lesser degree.
"And by the way," I continued. "I do love you. I don't care what you say." I swallowed about half of the Smirnoff after this.

I sat on the bed next to Sean.
"Sean, dearest," I said soothingly. "I've lived with him for several years now. I think I know this. But, dear... There is a good chance he'll come to his senses, see the Reverend doesn't want him, and realize how good for him you can be." I held up a cautioning figure. "But do not take my word for it. I don't make promises."