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But she just kept dialling. She has a Huawei. It’s a crap phone but it’s what she likes. She doesn’t want an iPhone. She got the Huawei for twenty euro on a special offer. She likes the screen. All she uses it for is making phone calls and texting. Or so I believe. My dad hates it. He is embarrassed if she uses it in company. See-saw, Margery Daw. He goes up, she comes down. My fucking life I swear.
I went up to my brother’s room and knocked on the door. There was no answer so I went in. Like our family is obsessed about privacy except for my mam walking into the bathroom when I’m peeing which is meant to be a girl thing. Not. It’s like everything is private except the most embarrassing thing. Once she even saw me changing my pad ffs. But we never go into each other’s rooms.
He was still asleep. Some time during the night he kicked the duvet off. He was lying on the bed in his underpants and I could see that there were scars on his legs but they were old scars, very old, and not very many. I had more already. So that was why he gave me the razors. The bastard. But there were bruises on his ribs, dark blue-black circles with wine-coloured spots in the centre. And there were bruises on his arms. And his nose looked all right this morning even though it was a bit swollen and there was blood around the rim. But what really shocked me was how fit he looked. Like he must have been working out. I never knew he went to the gym. He had abs and biceps and all the rest of it. He was like a wounded god. For the first time ever I saw that my brother was beautiful. I guess my mam always knew. She has always been in love with him. I blushed. I don’t know why. I backed out of the room and closed the door.