Hard Life

What was he hiding

I hate that I don't get to see my brother often. He's been so distant lately. The most I've seen of him was when he got his day off. Before we came here he and I were closer than can be. We would do everything together.

It's been a couple months now and I'm getting worried. George has started to become really weird. When we watch shows together he would lay his hand on my thigh. Of course every time he does it I try and get away, but I'm sucked back in when he wraps his arms around me.

I really don't know what to do. This creepy man really wants to do something to me. I really don't want to be here on my birthday. I'm afraid he might try and do something that will scare me for life.

When I got up today, my brother was already out doing a job. I walked to his room to see something nothing new. He hasn't really bought any new furniture, blankets, pillows, or toys while I'm asleep. I go through his drawer to see if he has anything to hide from me.

I've gone through three drawer but haven't found anything. I open the last drawer and find a weird cylinder type thing. I open it and it looks like some type of white cream. I sniff it and nearly drop it because it smelt so bad. I neatly place the container where I picked it up and shut the drawer.

I wonder where he's hiding the money he's earned? I open the chest at the end of his bed and find a small crushed present. I dare not to touch it because, it's the last thing we have of our parents. Nothing else was in there so I closed the chest.

Now I'm really curious. I start looking behind things. I even took out one of his drawers. Nothing. It took me a while before I was able to get the drawer back in place.

"What are you doing?" I hear a person say behind me. I froze unable to say anything. Why is it that I didn't hear him before? I think to myself as I turn around and smile. I see it's just Logan. He didn't look like himself. He was wearing a hood and had his head tilted down so I couldn't see his face. He had his hands in his pockets so I didn't see any of his skin. His hoody was stained with blood and dirt, but I dismissed it just this once.

"What do you mean?" I ask being dumb. "Don't act dumb. What are you doing in my room?" He asked with a stern angry voice. "I was just wondering what you do all day in here, since you don't hang anywhere but here." He shook his head then whispered "Just get out."

As I raised to my feet, I had forgotten completely what I mission was in his room and said "No!!! Why are you shutting me out!!??" I was furious. He walked in and strait to his bed but still didn't lift his head. He sat upon his bed then patted a space next to him, quietly telling me to sit down. As I sat down, he still refused to remove his hood or even lift his head. What is he hiding from me?

A moment has passed and he begins to talk. "I'm sorry. I've been a bad brother..." I quickly cut in, "You're not a bad brother. You've just been acting strange." I somehow can tell he's smiling. "Thank you Lilly," he pauses then continues, "It's my job that locks me in here. I have small things I have to take care of. I don't want you to be in here when I'm doing them because, they could cause harm to you." He really does care too much.

"Then why do you wear a hood when you're in the house so none of us can see your face?" I ask really curious. "I think it adds character. Don't you?" I shake my head. "Lilly, I'm sorry, but I must ask you to leave now. I would have to stay up all night, if you don't." I can tell he wanted to get rid of me so I lowered my head and headed for the door. Before completely exiting the room I told him, "I wish we could be together like we used to. Now it seems like you're hiding things from me. Things you wish for me not to see."

After I left Logan shut his door, I could hear him sobbing just behind it. It was almost like he was holding it in. I felt so bad. I just wanted to rush in there and hold him as he cried, but I just know he'd push me away. I sat in my door way as wondered what he truly did for a job.

The next day I got up really early and walked into his room. He was still asleep in his bed with the covers up to his shoulders and his head facing the wall. I wanted to look around one last time. I got onto my knees and crawled to his bed side. I saw about three small safes that I hadn't seen before. I finally found the money. I crawled under the bed and grabbed one. I study it then realize that it only needed three numbers to open it. I started to think what the three numbers could possibly be. I was playing with the safe for a good thirty minutes. I heard him moan and groan. I hurried to put the safe back just before he awoke. As I crawled back out Logan was sitting up on his bed.

When I looked at him, he quickly turned away. "GET OUT LILLY!!!!" He screamed at me. I got a small glace at his face as he turned it away from me. He had a black eye and a scare on his cheek. Tears were rolling down my face as I rushed out. I shouldn't have seen that. I shouldn't have done that.

When he left for the day, he locked his door so I wasn't able to snoop around. I ran to George. He hugged me already knowing what had happened. I could tell he wasn't going to say anything to me. When I looked up into his eyes he picked me up and carried me to his couch. He laid me down then climbed on top of me. I screamed and kicked as he climbed on top. This is getting worse. Once George saw what he was doing he crawled off of me. I was thanking God as he ran away from me, right of the house causing me to be left alone in such a big house. I was scared.