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The Painful Truth Chp.2

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              I think talking to Bill has made him worse. He keeps himself locked in his room for hours on end. I tried talking to him. He won’t listen. I’m getting really worried.

              I crept into his room. He was in the shower so I had enough time to quickly search through his things. Nothing. I looked everywhere. There was no hint of anything that was different. I gave up and headed for the door. I went to turn the handle. “Bill! Oh.....em.....sorry, I.....was....em, just looking for you” I muttered carelessly. Bill glowered at me, his piercing brown eyes staring at me, almost looking right through me. “What the fuck were you doing in my room?” he snarled. I laughed nervously. He might not be as strong as me, but seeing him stand over me made my blood run cold. He was looking at me with pure and utter hatred. My body tensed as I searched for the words to explain why I was caught in his room. “Get out!” He spat the words at me and moved back so I could leave. As I heard the door slam behind me, my heart began to beat faster. “That look! I have never seen Bill that angry before.” I placed my ear against the door.  I could hear small whimpers coming from inside. “What’s up with him?” I thought. The doorbell rang and I was absorbed into reality once again. “Tommy!” squealed Poppy as she dived through the door, flung her arms around my neck and pressed her lips against mine. I smiled half-heartedly under her kiss. “What’s wrong Tommy?” she asked, pouting. “Oh, it’s just......” I glanced at Bill’s still closed door. “Ah, nothing, I’m ok. Why are you here?”

              “You sound as if you don’t want to see me?” she said in a small sarcastic tone. I rolled my eyes. I never noticed how annoying she can be. She’s always whining over something. “Yeah, well now really isn’t the best time” Her face fell and she scowled. “What do you mean now isn’t the best time? When is a good time Tom? Just forget it!” she shouted before storming out. “Does this mean we are finished?” I called after her, mockingly. “Fuck you!” she yelled and stomped off. “I’ll take that as a yes.” I thought.

               Someone coughed behind me. I turned to see Bill standing just behind me. He smiled at me devilishly. “So, it’s all over between you and Poppy, huh?” he said contently. “Asshole” I thought, but remembering his mood just a few minutes before I decided not to push him. I nodded. “Humph! Good riddance to her.” he scoffed. He turned and began to walk away. I grabbed his arm and pulled him back. My fingers ran over rough skin before he quickly wrenched his arm free. “Bill? What’s that on your arm?” I asked pulling at his hand which he had gripped tightly to his chest. “Skin! Duh!” he sneered. “Stop acting like an idiot!” I shouted, wrenching his arm away from his chest. It was so delicate and skeletal in my hand. I was afraid that if I held too tightly I would break it. Bill squirmed and tried to pull his arm free, but I kept a steady grip. I turned his arm over. On his wrist were 3 thin scars and a fourth mark that was just beginning to heal. I dropped his arm, horrified. I looked at him, my eyes wide with questions. I opened my mouth to speak but not even a sound escaped. Bill hugged his arm close to his body again. “I.....I......” he said, his voice cracking under the strain of holding back tears.

                I felt my eyes well up. I couldn’t believe he had been hurting himself. Seeing those four thin marks on Bill’s wrist had killed me inside. It was proof that there had been something bothering him, and he didn’t feel as if he could tell me. I was his brother! His twin! I was the closest person in the world to him and he bottled up his feelings never releasing even a single hint as to what was troubling him. I felt like a failure. I was a failure as his brother and a failure as a person.”Bill...”I sobbed as the tears I had been trying to restrain began to fall, “.....why?” I couldn’t muster up enough strength to say anything else. My mind was full of questions but I couldn’t make myself ask them. “I....I.....” Bill sobbed. He fell to the floor and began crying into his hands. “It’s just.....I.....w-we” he wailed. I crawled over to him and put my arm around him. Bill’s body stiffened at my touch but soon relaxed. It was the first time that he had shown any emotion other than anger and I was not going to let this go any further.

                  I kept my arm around him shushing him trying to calm him down. His wails soon let up into small sobs. When he had stopped I took away my arm and sat beside him silently. He kept his head down and didn’t utter a word. I sighed and began to get up. “No!” Bill said suddenly. I stopped and sat down once again. Bill turned and looked at me. “I’m so sorry!” he cried as he wrapped his arms around me and buried his head into my shoulder. I hugged him tight. He was so thin. I could feel his spine through his t-shirt. I rubbed his back. I was angry with myself for letting Bill do this to himself. “It’s ok Bill,” I whispered, “But we seriously need to talk. And this has to stop. Right now.” I felt him nod and then tighten his grip. I was so happy hugging Bill, knowing that he was ok and that I could protect him.

            “Never, will I ever let anything happen to you. Ever!” I thought as I hugged  Bill even closer.
Woot woot!! Second Chapter!!!

*Sigh* writer's block is a pain!!

Well hope you like this chapter!!
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I know this is the 5th time I'm reading your story, and I feel like I'm harassing you! :/ Sorry, but this one was one of my favorite chapters! I love the end of this one, it made me feel happy. And I mean about Tom and Bill hugging and Tom feeling he could protect Bill, not that Bill was cutting himself..... lolz! <3