Embracing The Moon

Chapter 5

            For the rest of the day, I didn’t leave my room. Only moving when I would get bored of staring at one spot and before too long I was laying on my bare desk staring at me ceiling at the oddest angle. I didn’t bother to move when I once again heard the persistent knock on the wooden door but I had long since unlocked.

            I didn’t remove my deadened eyes as I stared at the ceiling.

            “I cooked you food.” Caine said quietly as he found the door open but I didn’t look at him.

            “You can’t cook.” I said flatly still not sparing him a look.

            “You need to eat.” He argued but I knew he was trying to keep from throttling me.

            “I’m not hungry.” I stared at the crack hoping that he would just go away.

            “…But I cooked for you.” Caine muttered quietly and I could hear the hurt in his voice but yet I still stared at the crack in the ceiling. There were no way I was going anywhere near Caine’s cooking, I didn’t have a death wish.

            “I’d rather starve.” I snapped finally before sitting up and swung my head around to show him how serious I was.

            “I know that I over reacted earlier-,” He began but I couldn’t listen to him make excuses. I couldn’t listen to him try and stitch up the wound he had caused.

            “Overreacted?” I ask disbelieving. “Overreacting is not accusing the only family you have left of deserting. You don’t do that to family.” I stood from the desk in a fluid motion to hold my head high before even consider looking at him. “I guess its fine though.”

            I looked him in the eye and said the words I knew were going to hurt me more.

            “I shouldn’t have expected anything else.” I felt the bite of tears again and I looked away from the painful sight of Caine. Sometime I couldn’t look at him without dying a little, he was Abel’s twin. His carbon copy straight to the blue eyes that held a burning fire to the way his hair lay straight and stuck up in weird angle if he didn’t pay attention.

            “Don’t you dare compare me to him.” Caine snapped harshly.

            “Wasn’t that what you were doing earlier, dear brother?” I asked finally settling my white blue eyes that were so unlike theirs on him. “Is that not what you earlier accused me of? Or am I recalling that wrong?” I asked bitterly.

            “I didn’t mean it like that.” Caine snapped harshly but the fight was leaving me and I couldn’t help but stare at him and think that I was dying on the inside. We never fought, we were as close as could be but there was distance here that seeming to spread as far as the eye could see.

            This wasn’t the Caine that I knew. The Caine I knew would never hide something form me even if it was a letter from our long lost brother and he would never through hurtful words at me like he just did.

            “Three years gone and he can still manage to make me miserable.” I closed my eyes and try to just thing of Caine as my loving brother again but the image of Abel kept popping up like and unwanted rash.

            I didn’t say anything when I let Caine hug me and all I could do was accept the fact that the past was the past. Abel was gone and the only thing we could do was move on and enjoy the small things.

            I would always have Caine, I could face the world with that.

            “I love you, Cilie.” He muttered before tossing me over his shoulder and forcing me to eat chicken enchilada that later gave me food poising but I had to be thankful that he tried. I still didn’t have the heart to tell him that he couldn’t cook worth a damn and instead told him that I had a bad stomach bug.

            One good thing came out of those wretched things he had concocted, I got to sit on the couch and watch bad 90’s movies and bonding with my brother, like I said. Enjoying the small things.