Horryville: Book 2

Chapter 2: Nex

Home - 2:35 pm 

After a few days Sam finally got to go home. They had to get him us to one eye and also make sure he wasn't have head trauma or anything like that. I haven't tried to speak with Sam cause I know he is going to ask about what happened. Let's just say that Gui was the hero of that story. She held him off. She was half dead so she had a better chance of surviving. I am not going deeper about that and what happened. 

"He-y-y-y Nex!" Issac stuttered, danging on my door. 

"Yeah bro?!" I ask. 

"Can I c-c-come in-n?" 

"Sure Issac." He opens the door. 

"C-c-all me-e Fox!" 

"Why?" 

"I don't kn-ow-w. I just l-like it." I noticed his hair had a shine of orange and I just smiled. He must have spilled glitter all over himself again. 

"Why do you need me?" 

"S-Sam need-ded you to help with his e-ey-e med." 

"Alright. Mom and Dad aren't home yet to help him?" 

"No." 

"Alright." I say then Issac- I mean Fox, puts on a white fox mask on which had a very good drawn design on and it reminded me of something. What was it again? 

"I am now go-i-ing to keep w-watching Demon Slayer!" 

That was the show! Wait, that's not for 5 year old's but before I could say anything, he ran off. 

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Living room - 2:54 pm 

I sat on the couch and called for Sam. He came out of the bathroom along with a new disgusting smell. I smirked. 

"EW!!! W-WHAT IS TH-A-At SMELL!!!" Fox called from downstairs. 

"My greatest invention!" Sam yelled in glory. 

"M-M-MORE LIKE YOUR NE-E-EW LOSE OF H-HOPE!" 

"Shut up!" Sam yelled back then walked over and sat next to me. 

"Your gross. You that right?" I asked. 

"Get it from the best." 

"Mom." We both say at the same time then laugh. We both looked like Dad but acted like Mom when she was a teen. Issac is the opposite. Looks like Mom, acts like Dad.

"So, time for the cream?" 

"Yeah." I say then he takes off his eye patch. There is nothing in his eye socket but dried up blood in there but we have to add the cream every noon and night to keep in from getting infected. And don't ask about the eyelid. I don't need to revisit that memory. I put in the cream then he puts back the eye patch. 

"Hey may I-" 

"No." I say quickly then get up. 

You don't even-" 

"Yes I do. I'm not going to talk about it. Or her. Or anything about it." 

"But-" 

"End of discussion." It takes a lot of strength to keep myself from crying. I go back to my room and lock the door. "I can't go back to it. But I have to stop it" I whisper. I turn around and see one of my books laying on the ground. Horryville. Looks like I have to go again.