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over!”
     
    Sylar grumbled as he reached again for the paper and re-read the job post, his scowl remaining.
     
    “I love art,” Brea continued enthusiastically. “I always have. And this job would be perfect as I’d be learning a trade and embracing my love of art. Sylar, you at least have to let me apply!”
     
    “No.” He said the word so coldly that Brea was taken aback.
     
    “No?” she echoed.
     
    “No,” he repeated solemnly. “I’m not having you going all that way each day to work as some tattoo artist’s apprentice.”
     
    “You don’t own me.”
     
    “I’m just looking out for you. Like I’ve always done.” He added bitterly.
     
    “And I’m grateful for that!” Brea insisted. “Truly I am! But Sylar, this is a chance for me to grow up, to branch out of this town and be my own person. Don’t you want what’s best for me?”
     
    “Brea,” he said her name as though it pained him to do so. “You don’t understand what it’s like out there. There are people who would want to hurt you.”
     
    “Hurt me?” Brea asked quietly. “But why?”
     
    Numerous ugly thoughts ran through her mind. Did her brother owe people money? Bad people? Is that how he’d managed to take care of them for all these years? Surely that was just another reason for her getting a job, to help him get out of whatever debt he was in.
     
    “You wouldn’t understand,” Sylar waved a dismissive hand at her.
     
    “Try me!” Brea raged through gritted teeth. “Because it sounds to me like you got yourself in trouble and now I’m the one paying for it!”
     
    “Is this the gratitude I get!” Sylar stood up, his face pinched and red with rage. “I give up everything to take care of you and this is how you repay me? Any trouble I got myself in to, it was for you! For us!”
     
    “So you are in trouble?”
     
    Sylar was storming off towards his bedroom with Brea flanking his every step, eager for answers.
     
    “No,” Sylar shook his head, his hand on the door handle. He pulled to open it but Brea pressed her palm against the flimsy wood, preventing him from doing so.
     
    “I’m applying for the job,” she told him with confidence.
     
    “No,” he growled, “you’re not.”
     
    “I’m done living like this!” Brea lamented. “If this town is so dangerous, let’s just leave!”
     
    “It’s not that simple!”
     
    “Why not?”
     
    “You wouldn’t understand!” Sylar shouted so loudly that the boom of his voice made the nearby framed pictures of their parents shake fearfully on the walls. Brea stepped back, removing her palm from the door as Sylar angrily flung it open and disappeared inside.
     
    Slowly Brea went back to the sofa, shoulders slumped. She hadn’t wanted a huge argument with her brother. She just wanted him to see things from her point of view. Of course she was grateful of everything he’d done for her, she always would be. But that gratitude couldn’t replace the gnawing feeling in her stomach that she felt each and every day. She yearned for excitement, for adventure. She yearned to live a life that felt like her own, not one that had been planned out for her.
     
    From inside Sylar’s bedroom loud music started to boom out. Brea knew that in less than an hour he’d come back out, face like thunder before leaving on his motorbike, roaring off into the night to work his dangerous job. Brea disappeared into the cool of the garden, not wanting to be around when her brother resurfaced.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Brea awoke early the next morning to the shrill squeal of her alarm telling her that it was five AM. She always got up extra early to ensure she was able to get out and about before Sylar returned. The house felt painfully empty as she wandered around fixing herself some cereal for breakfast. She turned on the TV but struggled to engage with the show that was on. She kept thinking about her argument with Sylar, wishing they had left things on better terms