Two Brothers

Chapter 2

Dedicated to _AngelFeathers_ ,aka my couzin, for supporting me for this book. I also would like for you guys to go and follow her please.

*Lucas's dad to the left* Michael to the right*

Lucas P.O.V

I woke up to see that I was in a bed. I looked around and realized that I was in my room. I started to get up but instantly stopped when I felt pain surge threw my body, causing me to yelp in pain.

Thinking on what happened I was mad. I was mad at myself because I can't even defend myself. I always end up having to get my best friend to do all the dirty work and it just wasn't right for me to burden him with my problems.

My dad quickly ran up into my room bursting threw my door.

"Lucas! Are you okay? I mean....clearly your not......"

"Dad I'm fine. It just hurts a lot, but its nothing I can't handle." I said standing up from my bed, and walking out of my room, down the stairs.

"Oh don't you walk away from me mister." He said walking down the stairs.

"What is your problem? All it was a small misunderstanding." I said turning around.

I was getting annoyed at this point.

"A small misunderstanding? This is not just some small misunderstanding, I mean look at you. You have bruises everywhere."

We were yelling at this point. He was mad because I wouldnt let him help me, and I was mad because I didn't want his help.

"Well your just going to have to take my word for it because that's all your going to get out of me. You want to know what else. I am sick and tired of having live in a house where my brother hates me because I killed mom. Yes, I know its my fault, and I'll never live the guilt down because my so called brother doesn't accept me!"

"But you know what I can't help the fact that I was born! If im bullied then im bullied i deserve it anyways. And I be damn if I stand here with you and waste anymore of my breath on something that doesn't matter!"

He looked at me with hurtful eyes.

Right when he was about to say something the door closed, seeing a confused Michael.

"Your bullied?" He said with confusion in his voice.

"I can't even with you. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever." I said walking to the door to leave. But luck was not in my side.

Michael grabbed my arm roughly.

By reflex I punched him as hard as I could. I got on top of him and continuously punched him until I was pulled off by my dad.

I was so mad that I punched him in the face. I punched him so hard that his nose started bleeding like a waterfall.

I quickly ran out the door ignoring the voices behind me.

****

At some point while I was running I decided to run to Tyler's house.

I knocked on his door quickly while looking around making sure no one had followed me here. Two people inperticuler.

The door opened to a shirtless Tyler in nothing but gym shorts.

"Lucas?!"

Taylor's P.O.V

I was in my room when I heard someone banging on the door.

'Who could that be'

I opened the door to see Lucas with blood all over his hands and arms.

"Lucas?! What-"

He cut me off.

"No time to explain. Can I stay here for a while?" He said frustrated.

I looked in his eyes to see anger and frustration.

I nodded and let him in the door, not wanting to stress him out anymore than he already is.

As soon as he walked in my mom walked out of the kitchen.

"Oh my god! Lucas what happened? Why are you so bloody?" She said worriedly.

"Mom let's not stress him out. Luke go to my room and I'll help you clean your hands."

He went up the stairs and into my room without a response.

I looked back to my mom see her looking at the stairs concerned.

I put my hand on her arm.

"He's going to be fine. I'll handle it."

I walked up the steps and into my room to see Lucas with his hands in his face.

I closed the door and walked to my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit and a towel. I put warm water on the towel and walked back to Lucas.

"You want to tell me what happened?"

Lucas P.O.V

"You want to tell me what happened?" He said.

I didn't know if I wanted to tell him or not. I didn't want to bring my best friend into something that be shouldn't have to be involved in.

"You don't have to tell me now. You can just tell me when your ready." He said softly." Now this might sting a bit." He said as he dabbed my arm with the alcohol.

I hissed as it touched my arm.

****

Once he finished putting the white tape on my hand he put the stuff up.

"I'm ready."

"What?" He said.

"I'm ready to tell you what happened." I said looking up at him.

"Are you sure?" I nodded in response." Okay." He said sighing and sitting beside me.

***after he tells him***

"And that's how I ended up here. And I was wandering if I could stay here for a while. I just need a little time to get over what I did." I said looking at Michael who seemed deep in thought.

"You can stay here. But I know a way to get you and your brothers relationship back on track." He said with smile.

"Nope. No way. I don't want to know your plan. Your plan never works."

"Name three times my plan didn't work."

"Cherry Bomb Tuesday: You got a giant cherry and blew it up." I yelled.

"That plan didn't go wrong." He argued.

"Oh, really. So putting the bomb in the wrong locker is not going wrong, okay."

"Whatever." He said rolling his eyes.

"How about the time when you dressed as a ninja to school and brought ninja stars. I was defending a kid in the 8th grade in a fight might I add, and you threw the stars at his head!"

"Okay that one I can't explain."

"Or how about the time when you almost got me killed when you decided you wanted be like Vin Deasel and drift in a car! We could have died!"

"Could have! But we didn't, did we. But I'm going to respect your wishes and not tell you my plan. That is TOTALLY going to WORK!" He said getting up and walking out of the room smirking.

"What would I do with out you?"

I thought to myself before walking out of the room after Michael.