Family

FIFTY

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Present || Leo

It's Alfonzo's birthday today.

And we're spending it locked in a cold, dark, damp room covered in blood, vomit and our waste. 

The voices in my head haven't spoken to me for a while, I guess Alfonzo helped distract me even though he was bleeding profusely and his eyes kept shutting halfway, he kept talking and using what little energy he had to wrap his arms tightly around me.

Surprisingly, the monsters who put us in here haven't tried to separate us. 

Every time I look at Alfonzo, guilt racks my body. He's in this state because of me. His back is a canvas of deep, red scars that will probably never heal whilst I'm sitting in one place, protected by his big, buff body and forced to watch and listen as he endures pain meant for me. Whenever they hurt him, he makes no sound, only small grunts of pain but when they leave and I pretend to fall asleep, I can feel his tears soaking my shirt. He's in pain. He's always in so much pain.

"I'm sorry." I whisper out for the tenth time today. Is it even daytime? This room has no windows and no light, so there's no way to tell the time and any food brought to us is mouldy bread and water once a day.

Alfonzo has his eyes shut, his head resting on my shoulder. He's been asleep for a while and I think this is the most sleep he's gotten ever since we were taken captive.

I'm tired.

I want to become strong.

I want to get out of here.

I want to save Alfonzo.

Not once while we were here did I ever think Alfonzo deserved the pain he was receiving. Even though he tormented me for a while, he was still my closest brother. We used to spend almost everyday together until the accident.

Any time I now look at my older brother, I see the regret and guilt wash over his face, the way he itches to speak but holds himself back.

When we get out of here, I'll tell him.

I'll tell him I forgive him.

Maybe then, I'll truly be able to let go of the past and get rid of this guilt pooling at the pit of my stomach.

The door slams open, cutting off my train of thought and causes my body to immediately tense.

Alfonzo doesn't seem fazed and continues to snore softly which seems to greatly anger our usual tormentor. My fingers subconsciously tighten around his arm, wishing he would wake up and do something.

I'm still so useless.

"We can't have a smelly birthday boy now can we?" He grins at me, showing his hideous, decayed teeth and raises a bucket of steaming water.

Is that-

It all happened so quickly, one minute I was on the floor, my arms wrapped tightly around Alfonzo and the next, I was being shoved into another corner of the room.

A loud scream erupts and I turn horrified, expecting to see Alfonzo screaming in pain but the sight before me shocks me to my core.

Our tormentor lays kneeling on the floor in front of Alfonzo, his hands covering his head as he screams and writhes in agony. His skin seems to be a bright red, patches forming around his forehead and his eyes are shut tight, the boiling water meant for us decorating his the top of his body.

"You- You fuckin-"

Alfonzo stomps his foot into the man's groin, his dark eyes assessing his figure as he violently screams and shakes.