Heartache • Tk Twin Sister (A Fox 911 Lone Star/ Fox 911 Fanfic)

Chapter 5

"I know I'm hurting deep down,
but can't show it. I never had a place to call my own. I never had a home, ain't nobody callin' my phone"

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After I finally got home to my apartment, I took my medicine and then lay in bed to try to get some sleep. I lay there for a good 30 minutes before I finally decided to get up.

I felt guilty about punching him. Sometimes I just get this blinding light of anger and my body is not mine for a few seconds. I picked it up from my dad, and want to drop it.

I threw on my socks and shoes and grabbed the keys to my car.

I sat in the car staring at my apartment building for about 5 minutes before I backed out of my parking spot. I had a pretty good idea of where I was going but I wasn't completely sure. It took about 12 minutes to get there and another 7 to work up the courage to get out of the car.

I am not sure why I was nervous, he's my best friend, and I know why he was upset with me.

I walked up the path to the house and knocked on the door.

I was hoping and praying I was at the right house.

Carlos opened the door and looked at me in confusion. He knew Tk hadn't told me or my dad about him, so how did I know Tk was here?

"Hey, Carlos. I was just wondering if I could talk to my brother." Carlos looked shocked that I knew he was here, but I've grown up with Tk, and I know when Tk likes someone. I smiled lightly at him and he opened the door wider to let me in. I saw Tk in the kitchen cutting up green onions.

He finally looked up at me, as I was examining the house. I connected eyes with him and they led me straight to the bruise on his jaw.

I breathed out pure guilt

"Damn, maybe I should join a boxing club." I joked around hoping he would take it as an amend.

"Yeah, well maybe I should start shutting up more often." I looked at him and scraped the onions off the cutting board and into the bowl filled with other colorful food.

A few moments passed by before I spoke again.

"I should have gone home and taken the medicine, I didn't realize it then but if we would have gotten a call, I don't know if I would have been able to back my team up. and for that I am sorry. To the team, and you." I sat down on the barstools and stared up at him. I felt the guilt suck up into the air and disintegrate.

"Did we just have a normal conversation, just two actual people" I took that as his acceptance and laughed at his comment.

Growing up, we never really apologized for anything we did to each other. We always just stopped talking to each other for about 10 minutes and then began playing again.

It's a way of life for siblings.

Carlos walked back into the kitchen area and started putting water in a big pot. I'm assuming they are having some kind of pasta tonight, with grilled vegetables.

Sound good, but I am in hour 4 of my medication, and in about an hour ill be throwing up my guts.

Carlos looked at me with three plates in his hand "Would you like to stay for dinner, we're having pasta." I smiled at Carlos. I liked Carlos, he was good for Tk. I knew that Tk would always have a home to go back to after hard shifts, and he would have Carlos there to show him, undying love.

"No, thank you. I should be on my way back. I didn't mean to intrude or anything, I just needed to apologize."

Tk looked up at me in shock.

"Ray, please, you love pasta," Tk begged. I do love pasta, especially the thick noodles that Carlos is currently poor at in boiling water.

I reconsider the offer but I knew that if I started throwing up, Tk would think something is wrong.

"Tk I am good. Enjoy it, it looks really good, and smells even better." Tk walked around the island and hugged me.

The hug meant everything to me.

The hug told me that everything would be okay and that Tk is okay. It told me that Carlos will be here for him whenever. It told me that I no longer have to worry about my brother and to shift my focus to myself. It told me that he is with me, till the very end.

"I got to go Teek. I love you, and I am proud of you." I began walking to the door but I turned around right before I opened it.

"Oh, and did you think I couldn't tell that you guys were a thing? I mean it's super obvious." I opened the door and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

When I into my car I looked back at their home. I could see glimpses of Tk and Carlos in there. I smiled to myself as they hugged, and then began slow dancing.

I started my car and started the drive home.

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I set my plate of mac and cheese down on the kitchen table and sat down. My apartment was quiet which was very nice, and it also had a good view of downtown Austin. I chose it because I knew my mom would adore it.

Growing up, before we moved into our house we had this apartment. It looked right over this body of water and straight to the twin towers. It was a beautiful view until you looked out and were reminded every day of the people we lost. It was hard on my dad, so we decided it would be in our best interest to move into a house. But then one house became two houses. And two weeks of fun with my parents became one and a half weeks for my mom and the other 3 or 4 days for my dad.

Since my dad was always working we mostly were just left at his house with a babysitter. The divorce ruined our family, but I can't help but think that maybe I had some fault in it. I mean the arguing was around as long as I could remember. They argued overwork, alcohol, and money issues, but the one I remember so clearly was doctors.

They would argue over which doctor was a better fit for me. Or what act of care to give me.

My parents were young, and I know they weren't ready for twins.

I sat and stared out of the city, and for the first time in a while, I cried for myself. I cried because I missed my mom. I cried because Tk was happy, and my dad seemed happy. But as I looked around at my empty apartment, I cried because I was lonely. I cried because when my heart fails, and it will fail eventually, nobody will love me like my brother loves Carlos, and how my father loved my mother many years ago. I cried because Austin was starting to feel a little like New York.

Cold and Dark.

but mostly lonely.

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A/N: 1989 TAYLORS VERSION. OHHH MY GAWDDD IM SO EXCITED. AND LISTEN I KNOW SHE OWNS FOLKLORE ALREADY BUT I STILL THINK SHE SHOULD MAKE LIKE A FOLKLORE PLUS BC I NEED MORE FOLKLORY SONGS. I 🩶 FOLKLORE.
AND YESS I MNOW EVERMORE IS KINDA LIKE IT BUT TO ME FOLKLORE HAS A DIFFERENT ENERGY FROM EVERMORE.

idk why that's in all caps.