No Regrets

Ch. 2

I woke up again screaming, night terror. Worst one this week, ten times worse than the last two on Monday and Tuesday, and this one on Friday.
My mother had just bought an extremely small house, two bed rooms, one bathroom, and the living room and kitchen where connected. My mother had her room, and me and Kingston shared the other. The bathroom was connected with our bedroom and my mothers.
Kingston heard me get up, so he sat up on the bed and started comforting me.
"Another one? God... They just keep
getting worse." He said in a soft tone.
"You ok? Need some water? Fudge round?" He said.
"Just water..." I say on the verge of tears. Kingston got up out of our bed, and made his way over to the mini fridge in the little counter Kingston and his friend Denton and his dad made.
I normally wore silk pants that Kingston had got me, and a random shirt while sleeping, but Kingston striped down to his underwear and slept like that. Whenever I ask why he doesn't wear pants and a shirt while sleeping, he always says that it helps him get ready faster, and he always said that only real men sleep with no clothes.
On most nights, Kingston wears briefs, but on Fridays and Saturdays, he wears normal, tight underwear. The reason being, we always wash our clothes on Friday, and fold them on Saturday.
So on this Friday night, Kingston was wearing his white, and tight underwear.
"Cold, or warm water, Andy?" He asks in a tired, groggy voice. I hesitate because I'm staring at his bulge. Mom always said that Kingston's father had a above average ' length ', to due to heredity, he inherited that from his father.
"Andy? You there?" He asks again.
"Warm." I say quickly. He gets a small styrofoam cup off of our table, and pours the water in.
"We need to get ya to a docter, these night terrors are getting to bad, I'm afraid that-". He said while walking over to my side of the bed. I had a tear sliding down my cheek now. I take the water, and take a sip, then sit it on my little night stand to my right.
"Are you alright? Like, at school? Are there any bullies? If there is, I can fix that real quick..." He says in a worried tone.
"If I tell you anything, you'll try to fix it, but just make it worse. I need to try and deal with this on my own..." I say, now starting to cry, Kingston notices this, "I know somethin' that'll cheer ya up."  He says quietly, while pulling out our little portable DVD player and a few home videos.
He turned on the machine, and put the first disc with the words 'King meets Andy" written on the front of the disc with black sharpie inside that machine.
    The video started, and Kingston wrapped his arm around me and pulled me class to him, my head resting on his chest. The DVD player showed us a shut door, and a little, orange wolf, around two years old tries to open the door. " King honey, you can't open the door, your too little~!" Said a young and calm voice, my mothers.  Then it hit me, this was back when I was first born, and Kingston was two. 
     The door opened, and we saw my mothers sister, Collete, leaning over a crib, the same one that my cousin used when he was a infant.  This was being taken inside my aunts house. By the way the camera was moving, and the pitch of the voice, this was my mother holding the camera.
As the footage got closer to the crib, we saw an infant German Shepard pup sleeping. The camera was handed over to my aunt, and I saw my mother picking up the infant. She made her way over to the chair in the room, and sat down, the chair by an open window, so sunlight was pouring through. With my mother in the sunlight, I could see many more features on the pup. It's eyes where a very light, and vibrant blue, and had a very weird fur pattern... 
This pup was me.
      My mother then put me in kingston's little arms, and he then started talking to me, and rocking me. 
   "If only Jason could see this..." My mother said In the video. 
   The video went on, then ended with me being put back into the cradle and my mother and brother leaving.
   I looked up at my brother, to see him slightly grinning, and tears streaming down his face.
    " Kingston, are you crying?" I asked quietly, putting my head back into his fluffy chest.  He quickly wiped his tears away.
   "Real men don't cry." He said in a serious tone, but laughing a little also.