“Silas, what are you trying to say?”
“Just that,” he looked up, “I’m scared.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Of what?”
He bit his bottom lip, his expression pained. “I’m scared I can’t help you.”
“What? Silas, what are you—”
“This is not a scratch on Dad’s car, Sienna. The consequences aren’t as simple as just losing a few months’ allowances. This is real shit. Life-changing shit, and I don’t know if I’ll be able to help you. God.” He leaned back in his seat, dragging his fingers through his dark hair. “I’m the messed-up brother. The one without a responsible bone in his body. The one who creates more problems than he can solve. How am I supposed to help you with something as big as this when all I’ve ever done is fuck up?”
“Jesus, Silas,” I whispered as chills erupted across my skin. “You are my brother, and I love you. But you do not have to carry my shit on your shoulders.” I stood up, walked over, and crouched down in front of him. “I came to you because I knew you’d never judge me. I knew you wouldn’t give me some big-brother speech about how irresponsible I was and how I royally fucked up my life. I came to you because I had to tell someone, and I knew I wanted that someone to be you.”
Silas rubbed the back of his neck. “I want to tell you that it’s all gonna be okay. And I know Spencer will probably have something super inspiring to say, like...things have a way to work themselves out. Or, God wouldn’t send something your way if he knew you couldn’t handle it. Or even something like, everything happens for a reason.” His gaze locked with mine as I remained crouched before him. “But I can’t say those things to you because I don’t know. I just don’t know if everything’s going to be okay.” He shrugged. “I don’t have any inspiring shit to say to you.”
I let out a snicker and straightened, roughing my hand through his hair. “If I want to hear inspiring shit, I’ll go to Spencer. But just knowing that you know and that you don’t look at me any differently is comfort enough for me.”
“I love you, Silas. It doesn’t matter if we don’t always get along.”
“Yeah. I love you, too.” He inhaled sharply as he got to his feet. “But I’m about to get a hernia from all this heavy shit.”
I let out a laugh. “No more heavy shit, then. I’m actually on my way out.”
“Oh yeah? Where you off to?”
“Um.” I pushed my hair back. “Andrew is picking me up.”
Silas cocked a brow. “Andrew?”
“Yeah. We’re just going out for something to drink.”
“Sienna, are you sure that’s a good idea?”
“Sure. Why not?”
He frowned. “For one, that guy is totally into you.”
“No, he’s not.”
“Um, yes. He is. It was practically plastered all over his face the other night when we were at his party. The dude couldn’t keep his eyes off you.”
“Okay, whatever.” I held up my hands. “I just want to get out of the house for an hour and not think about the shit storm headed my way once I tell everyone I’m pregnant.”
“You’re pregnant?”
Chills slithered down my spine when Spencer’s voice came from behind me. Every ounce of air instantly left my body.
“You’re fucking pregnant?” Spencer stomped closer, moving in next to Silas so he could look at me. But I diverted my gaze, looking anywhere else but directly at him.
“Spencer—”
“Please tell me this is a joke?”
My stomach was about to drop out of my ass while I stood there, not ready to have this conversation with Spencer.
“Silas, is she—”
By not admitting or denying it, Silas pretty much gave Spencer his answer.