My breaking point had come to a head.  I sat in one of the chairs in my room and stared at the wall with my death eyes and a beer in my hand.  My phone rang and slowly turned my head toward it and gave the death eyes to it.  Yongguk had said he would be on his way over; Jongup was treating the wounds of my brother at the moment at a bar not too far away from my apartment.  I knew who was calling, and I didn’t want to talk to the cold heartless that thought she was top .  My brother had left his phone with me, and I could hear his phone start to ring as well; she was determined to make this worst then what it was.

            I turned my head to my brothers phone, I wanted to answer it and yell at her some more, but I lowered my hand.  I had already snapped at her and was trying to control myself from snapping more.  I could hear the front door open and close which meant that Yongguk must have been told by Jongup that the door was unlocked and to walk right on in.  I didn’t care, he could have had a gun and I wouldn’t have cared if he shot me on the spot.  This was how uncaring I was at the moment.