My Brother's Bride

"Can you not do this right now," David hissed, shooting his older brother a glare that threw caution into the air. It didn't stop Blake, his older brother, from antagonizing him, only made him more irritated.

"Why the hell didn't you listen to me?" Blake sounded almost defeated as he slumped down on the couch in their parent's living room. David couldn't believe what he was hearing. He knew Blake didn't approve of his girlfriend, fiance now, but he didn't have a say in their relationship whatsoever.

"What-- Am I supposed to break up with her because you tell me to?" Sarcasm dripped off Dave's each word. There was a moment of silence as Blake stared at him, expression of stone.

"Yes!" He shouted, "When have I ever told to do the opposite?"

"Don't be ridiculous, I love her--"

"That is why you're blind, Dave!" Blake stood up from the couch, one index finger extended towards his brother, "You'll remember my words when she rips you to shreds," and with that, Blake stalked out of the room.

The entire family had gathered for a wedding preparation that was supposed to take place next month. Blake was eager to return mainly because he'd just gotten out of another rough relationship, which was a breaking point for him. When he looked at women now, all he saw were the lying, cheating, and scheming demons in place of beauty and feminism. He'd sworn off relationships, only allowing himself for those raw one-night-stands that kept his heart from being preyed upon. He didn't want his brother to end up the same. According to Blake, Dave was digging his own grave.

Blake blew into the kitchen, ripping open the fridge. His mother, who was looking over the content of the wedding brochure, lifted up two pieces of paper, "Oh Blake!" his mother exclaimed, "Which carnation is more elegant?" She asked her eldest, expecting him to place a vote for one of the two almost identical photos of flowers. Blake groaned in response, jumping away from his mother as if she was a rabit animal.

"Keep me out of this," he lifted his hands up in front of him in defence.

"What's gotten into you?" The woman furrowed her brows, setting the photos aside.

"Nothing, I'm just peachy," The man flashed a brief grin, too wide to be real and left the kitchen. There were too many people in this household that were poisoned by that woman,

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