"Then I stupidly brought my friends over to hang out one day, and you met Charly. You don't know how angry I was with myself and her and even you. I was jealous, TK. I was jealous that that girl with the blonde hair and the confidence and the big f*****g t**s had her hands all over my little brother. Because that's how I thought of you. In moments of weakness, it's still how I think of you. As my property. When I was at college sometimes, I'd think about the girl you were hugging in some f*******: post and wonder if she'd felt you inside her, stretching her out, making her cry your name and I'd get so frustrated and sad. Anyway, that's...not the point."
"I knew what Charly was like, and I told her to take care of you. To never hurt you. I told her that if she wanted to break up with you,
