Toy Soldiers (Tell me a lie- sequel)

Chapter 9

EDITED RAWR 

Song: Dear Maria, Count Me In by All Time Low

Niall's POV

When I returned from the bathroom, I went to my bedroom – if you can even call a bed and a window that – and lay down on the bed. I wish I had something, anything, where music could be played on. Playing my guitar was out of the picture.

Maybe I could sneak downstairs and put the music channel on TV quietly. But that would mean moving, and I honestly can’t be bothered with that. “NIALL!” Sam yelled, making me jump. I slowly get up and trudge down the stairs.

The mess down here was horrible. Shattered glass covered the floor. Books and magazines were littered about as far as the eye could see. It was freezing for there was a hole in the window and the door was jammed open.

“What?” I asked, not knowing where he was. I didn’t know what was worse, know where he was or where he wasn’t.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT! NOW COME HERE! MIND THE GLASS BY THE WAY!” He yelled and I followed the sound of his voice. I found him in the kitchen, making a full English. Oh fuck a duck. I coughed as I stood awkwardly in the doorframe. My arm throbbed more and more as he turned to face me, frying pan in hand. The eggs in there sizzled while off heat. “You’ve got breakfast. Eat up. Same rules as yesterday, but you’ve got to eat more this time.” I look at the plate he places on the table and feel even sicker.

I give him a look of disbelief. But it doesn’t get past him. “Eat up. Now.” He growled and turned back to the frying pan. I awkwardly shuffle over to the seat and sit down, holding my arm protectively. I pick up the fork and it’s then when I feel his eyes bore into my back.

“Do you mind?” I ask and dig the fork into a piece of bacon. I hear him turn back around and the tension rises again. He switches the radio on and I am so thankful of it. Chocolate by the 1975 is on and I can’t help but mumble along to the words under my breath. “When’s Aiden coming back?” I ask, missing his comfort already.

“I honestly don’t care if he never shows his face again.” Sam struggles on his words so it’s obviously a lie.

“What did you do to him?” I asked remembering the fight they had.

“I just love how you blame me.” He says sarcastically. I turn to him and raise an eyebrow. He looks at me and I roll my eyes. “He and I had a fight, end of story.” He sighed and placed his eggs on his plate full of food. He joins me at the table and I immediately look at my untouched food. “You need to eat, bro. You’re as skinny as a stick.” What is he doing?

Half an hour ago he was trying to break my arm! Now he’s talking to me as if we are close family. “I’m not your brother. Don’t call me that.” I shudder. The only person to call me their “brother” should be Greg. No one else.

“Well I don’t care. You are my brother. Deal with it. Blood tests don’t lie.” He sneered and started eating. I sighed in defeat and put a small mouthful of bacon in my mouth. I just hope he hasn’t poisoned it. “Good boy, carry on eating now.” He patted my head like I was a dog and went to eat again. I drop my fork down and try to sort my hair out. “Never thought you were the type of boy who’s OCD about his hair. But then again, you are gay.” He tormented.

I rolled my eyes at his comment and pick the fork back up and eat a few beans. “By the way, we need to change that. I can’t have a faggot brother.” He said with a mouthful of whatever his fat gob had in there. 

“You can’t change someone’s love for the same gender.” I ate an egg and a crust of toast after.

“I’m pretty sure I can. I mean look, I’ve tricked you here, scared away David, avoided prison seven times and bribed the police in the last four years.” He chuckled. I look at my plate and see that I’ve eaten at least half of it. How did that happen? God I’m going to get fat.