30Chapter 6
Shoot.
This is just wonderful. Just beautiful. The only way this could get any better was if my parents decided to join the party. There's a shift of weight on the bed. He loosens his grip on my wrist, not really letting go, but lightening up a bit. It's enough for me.
I'm able to slip my hands free while he's staring at Sophie one second. The next, I'm standing, making my way over to my little sister. I was able to shove him off me, effectively pushing him to the floor. Where he is now laid out on his back, wondering what just happened.
I make it over to Sophie in record time, adjusting my pants, picking up and putting on my shirt on the way. I pick her up before he's able to gain his composure.
Shit.
It wasn't until I actually had her in my hands, that I realize I'm in no condition to hold a thirty-eight pound, five year old girl in my arms. I sway a little as I try to gain my bearings. I try to take a step, but stumble forward over the threshold, catching myself right before I slam into the wall adjacent the door of our room.
Even though at the moment I can't really handle the weight in my arms, I decide to keep a firm grip and not set her down. Right now she the only thing keeping me from crumbling to the floor dead, like Doodle from The Scarlet Ibis.
Brother, Brother, don't leave me! Don't leave me!
Wait, what? I always did hate that story.
I take a deep breath and shift her around in my arms until I find a comfortable spot for her. After a moment, I finally gain enough stability to move. I glance back at him through the doorway for a split second and there he is, still sitting on the floor, staring at me holding our little sister. He holds my gaze for a moment and then looks toward Sophie. Something flashes in his eyes. Jealously?
Before I give myself a chance to figure it out, I start walking towards Sophie's room. I finally realize Sophie, having been quiet the whole time, has her eyes glued to my face. She's staring at me with this amazed look in her eyes. She unbelievably smart for her age, but I think this catches her of guard. I've just traumatized my little sister. Someone please kill me.
"You're crying." This surprises me. I was expecting her to say a lot of things, even if she is only five, but that wasn't one of them. And the way she says it too, like she just said the most unbelievable thing in her little life.
All I'm able to manage is a breathy "Huh?" seeing as I'm still trying to process in my mind what really just happened, but for some reason the gears aren't quite working the way they should be. They aren't turning as fast as they should be.
I feel a tiny hand touch my cheek and then another joins the first on the other side of my face. "You're crying." She sounds so heart-broken and it finally clicks. She's never seen me cry before.
Her bedroom door is open. I slip in and close the door behind me with my foot, walking straight to her bed. I sit, bringing her down with me to sit on my lap, still unable to let her go for fear of breaking down. I can't do that, not yet, not in front of her. She doesn't seem to want to let go of me either. The light from the night light being the only thing that illuminates the room since the lights are off.
What can I really say right now. Eyes still glued to the wet streaks her hands are trying so desperately to stop. This is the most awe stricken I've ever seen her, yet at the same time she still looks devastated.
"Can you sleep in here tonight?" She whispers. By the way she says it, it sounds as if she'll starts crying herself if I say no, which I never would.
I'm hit with instant relief. For now, I'll leave it like this, I can't let her know, she's too young. Even when she's older, I'll never let her know.
I nod, moving to lie back on the bed, pulling the covers from under me and over the both of us. Sophie lying on top of me, resting her head on my chest.
"I love you." She whispered softly. I wrap one arm around her waist, letting my other hand go up and run through her hair.
"I love you too."
…
"How the fuck does that happen?"
"I don't know! She was just there all of a sudden."
"Did you tell her what you were doing?" He asks, still pacing back and forth in front of me. That was a stupid question. Now that I think about it, everything he's said since I got here has been stupid.
"Hell no. When we woke up, I just told her we were playing a game."
"What about you…" He trails off, but I already know what he means.
"Crying? I told her I lost the game and I was upset."
"Did she believe you?"
"Probably not, but she didn't ask any further. She's five. What's the worse she could think?" I say contradicting my earlier thought about how smart my sister is.
I sat there in the middle of Alex's bed, legs crossed. The weekend welcome as a day to avoid my own home. I'm not mad at him; I'm upset at the situation. That wasn't supposed to happen. Ever. Now, not only do I not want to be in that house, but Sophie may find out about the shit her older brother tries to pull behind closed doors.
"What are you gonna do now?" He asks, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What do you mean?"
"Well you obviously can't go back to that house."
Silence.
"So, we're agreed."
"…"
"Say something!" He snaps, frustrated that I didn't respond to the stupid thing he just said.
"You say stupid shit, you know that, right?"
"Well," he says throwing his hands in the air exasperated, "what can we do. You won't let me go over there and kick his face in and-"
"What sense would that really make? You busting in my house and randomly start fighting him? My parents would really enjoy that one."
"THEN..." He stops and I watch as he takes a deep breath, calming himself. He knows I don't like to be yelled at, it would only cause more problems. "Then why don't you just…" Another pause. He's really thinking hard about how to phrase what he's about to say. "Why don't you tell them what's been going on betwe-"
I say this as calmly as I can muster. "I question your sanity almost as much as his."
"Well that's just mean." He jokes trying to lighten the mood. This conversation is over because I really am just tired of talking about this. It happened, without really happening. I'm alive, I didn't die, all my parts are still intact. Everything, well not everything, is right with the world.
"Come, sit." I pat the space on the bed next to me. Moving over slightly to accommodate him when he sits down.
I'm cold.
"Can I help warm you up then?" There's an arm around my shoulders and I'm pulled closer to him.
"I said that out loud?"
"No, I read your mind."
"Well, read my mind now"
"I don't have to." I like his smile. He smiles a lot. I sometimes think it's to make up for my lack of.
…
Monday. School. What fun.
I'm tired, I didn't get any sleep. I stayed up the entire night, watching my back. Although I slept in Sophie's bed again at her request, I still don't know how sick he is. I have no doubt he would have tried something in her room. So right now, the last thing I want to do is run. Although it does relax me, helps me stop thinking, clears my mind, gives me a bit of peace, however you prefer to reference it, I'm tired.
When I'm tired my body aches, when my body aches, I'd rather not run. It's simple really. I never miss practice and I always give me best, yet for some reason that means absolutely nothing right now as I'm getting chewed out for 'lazing about'. I let it go; I know she's just upset I'm not running.
She tells me to just go change into my uniform and head to class. I do as she says even though if I go to class right now, I'll be over half an hour early.
There's no one in the classes except teachers preparing for the day ahead. I roam the halls, looking for something to kill time. I would have just stayed with the rest of the track team and watched them practice, but as much as I don't feel like running I don't feel like staying still either. I need to keep myself busy.
"Well, speak of the devil." I freeze upon hearing his voice. "I was just coming to watch you practice."
I stare at him wide eyed. I've never actually run into him at school before. I joked with myself before, saying that we don't even go to the same school. That he has the uniform just to fuck with me.
"You know," It speaks. "I don't even think you've ever seen me in school before. That kinda hurts. I mean, I know your every class by heart, but you act as though you never see me. I bet some people don't even know we're twins, we're never together."
Thank God for that.
He grabs on to my collar, pulling me through one of the doors to the stairwell and leads me to the back set of stairs facing the tall windows looking out towards the back of the school. I stumble along behind him trying to get his hand off me. He pushes me up against the wall between the stairs and windows before I can even realize it.
"You know, I've never told you this, but you look absolutely fuckable in this uniform."
I choke on air. My ears have just been raped with the most disgusting thing I've ever heard. I feel like crawling into a corner and curling into a ball. A shudder passes through me as he leans in close to whisper in my ear.
"I've honestly always wanted to fuck you, up against a wall, in this very uniform, in this very school." I'm about to throw up.
He licks the shell of my ear, before kissing my neck. "Maybe we could fulfill my desires right now." I can feel this hands un-tucking my shirt and pushing it up to run his hands over my chest. To my surprise his hands are warm, but that still doesn't explain as to why I'm still standing here, frozen, not pushing him off me.
Don't hurt me, Brother.
What? I really hate that story now.
"Stop." I finally manage after he's already gotten my shirt undone and hanging open. I feel cold.
"Well than, let me warm you up."
Wait, what?
"What?" He gives me this utterly disgusting smile that finally snaps me back to life. "Get off me." I grunt, pushing him away from me. He doesn't resist, he lets himself be pushed away and just keeps giving me that wicked smile.
Before he turns to walk away he says, "So you finally realize who you belong to."
What just happened?
A/N: I'm so proud of you.
animehog: Thank you for that ^_^ and don't we all? Well, actually I'd rather him not get it on with his brother, he's a bit crazy to me, but hey, what Mark wants and what I want are two different things... or are they o_0
DeeDee219956: No twincest... What is Malachi's childhood trauma... if he even has one? Ugh, I have no clue as to why Malachi decided to choose that way as his approach, but hey, to each his own, right? His sister catching them definitely did stop him. We don't need poor little Sophie traumatized for the rest of her life now do we? NO we don't. I hope this chapter was long enough for you, Mind of Malachi was actually shorter than The Struggle if Mind Of Malachi.
Blank Papyru: Word, fuck Trig, I'm never gonna need that crap in my life. Yet I still gotta pass that ho. Grr, math, y u no like me. =D You thought it was an "epic" look into his head, I love you for that :3 You better accept my love damn you X)
Esquirella: I'm happy someone shares my views on that crazy fucker. I see nothing good about him, well maybe that he looks like Mark, but hey, looks definitely aren't everything, especially not in his case, that screwy bastard. Thank you for the review and I also love you since we see 'eye to eye' :3
Saikado Ma: Ya damn skippy! Stupid test is stupid XD Trig can go solve its own problems, I'm no damn therapist. You made me want cookies again. Darn you and your delicious cookies, though you probably don't have any anymore so :P feel my pain :D Thank you for the review.
Luckythewolfdog: (Insert Arab accent here) Buddy, my friend! :D I'm happy I could make you feel happy :3 As to why they always run for the door... idk. I guess they're always in shock that they're even in the situation in the first place and don't think about fighting back... well that's sometimes the case. Dude, I wanna call you Boo, idk why though. And you can take that in the gayest way possible lol just kidding... maybe not? Eh, take it however you want, I'm gonna call you Boo from now on and that's final!
Poptart Guava King: Dude, hey, what is up. How you doing? Feeling good bro? Everything good? How was your day? How you feeling? Did I technically already ask that? Yes, yes that was incredibly awkward D: Poor little Sophie, but Bless her little heart for not asking any questions, that would have scared me 0_0 Like, what could you possibly tell a five old? Right? Like "Well Sophie, your big brother Malachi wants to play 'hide the weenier' with me, I don't really wanna play, but hey what can I say. He takes what he wants."
Oh and about that "Sophie may find out about the shit her older brother tries to pull behind closed doors." line. There was DEFINITELY no pun intended, but did you get it. Cause she opened the door, so it's not really behind closed doo- forget it. Have a nice day.