Chapter 14
(Kevin's point-of-view)
"Kristin, they just don't understand!" I fumed shouting into the phone.
"Kevin, how can they understand when you push them away and scream at them all of the damn time?"
"I don't mean to. I just get so pissed then, I just blow up."
"Well, I suggest you stop that, and tell them your problems so that they will understand. And while you're at it, maybe they will open up to you and you'll have a better understanding of each other."
I sighed. "Kristin, you are a God send to be me."
"No, I'm just your average, ordinary kind of woman. You know, Kevin, maybe if you spent some time with your brothers after the tour you'd feel better. They might feel the same way you do."
I laid down against the sheets. "You don't think I'm over re-acting?"
I heard her take a deep breath. "Honey, in one week it will be exactly seven years since you found out your father had cancer. You have a right to be sad. Hell, baby, cry if you need to."
"I don't need to cry."
"Don't you dare give me one of those 'men can't cry' speeches."
"I won't, promise."
"You sound better already. Now, why don't you go tell Nick you're sorry?"
"If I do that, I'll feel worse than I am now!"
"Kevin, don't make me tattle to your mother!"
"Oh, that's scares me, honey. But maybe I will."
"Why don't you doze awhile before your concert? That should give you the energy and encouragement to apoloize."
"You make it sound like I'm a twelve-year-old boy."
She smirked. "Sometimes, you give me reason to."
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