In Die Nacht

11

"Home sweet home." Tom smiled.

After being stuck on a plane for three hours and a car for two, the older brother felt some relief to stretch his legs. He watched his brother sulk behind him and disappear into the bathroom. Tom didn't know what more he could about Bill so he just decided to give his twin his space. He did insult his brother and shouldn't really try to talk to him. Adam trailed in behind carrying two of Bill's four suitcases.

"Hey you mind grabbing the other two?"

"You're his companion how about you do your job instead of tonguing my brother down?"

The twin went into the kitchen leaving Adam very uncomfortable in the foyer. He brought the suitcases to the living room not knowing where Bill's room was in the large house. He sighed and went back outside to grab the other two bags when he heard yelling. I carried the remaining bags inside only to find the twins arguing...again.

"Look, I am sick of your shit Tom! Stop talking to Adam that way."

"Oh so now you care about him. Whatever happened to you not needing him? Or is he giving you the best sex your eighteen year old body's ever had?"

"Tom, stop it! That's not why I'm defending him!"

"Does he blow you good then? Tell me why you're willing to defend him cause I don't fucking see it?!"

"Stop yelling at me! You always do this!"

"Do what Bill?! Call you out on your bullshit! The real reason why you can't tell me is you don't even know yourself! You're just a confused boy with a crush! This is fucking Sasha all over again."

"No it isn't Tom. I'm defending Adam because I've come to realize that he's the reason I've been able to keep this stupid grin on my face. Not you! I'm not having this conversation with you agai--."

Bill was cut off by Tom slapping him. Tom was expecting Bill to retaliate seeing as this physical altercation was long overdue. But all Bill did was cry. Tom went to hit him again but Adam held him off.

"No let him hit me! Let him turn into the monster our father was!"

"At least our father loved me! He didn't want some screwed up faggot for a son!"

"Tom, that's enough!" Adam warned. "Bill, are you alright?"

He couldn't move. Bill's jaw dropped and his bottom lip quivered. He couldn't speak or do anything. Adam shook him and all Bill did was let out a heart wrenching sob. He hid in Adam's chest not caring how it made his brother feel. Right now he didn't want a brother. Adam shot a glare at Tom and looked back at Bill.

"He's right! I'm a fuck up!" Bill sobbed.

"No you aren't." Adam sighed. "Tom, how can you stand there and say that to him? He's going through the worse time of his life right now and you had to come out your mouth wrong! Look at how devastated he is."

The pain that Tom had been inflicting on his twin suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks and he tried to pry Bill off of Adam to hug him but Bill pushed him away.

"Get away from me! I hate you, Tom!" Bill cried.

The younger male ran up to his room and closed the door. Bill paced the room and ran fingers through his long black hair. He was crying and trying to find something to calm himself down. He found his song book and his iPod and went into his walk in closet. He tried to sit and write but he kept think about how Tom think he's a fuck up. He called him a faggot to his face. His anxiety dragged him to the bathroom and he searched the cabinets for a razor. He found the thin metal and he started to cut his wrist again. He cried as he watched small droplets of blood spill. He dropped the razor and went to the mirror.