My Brother, The Dentist

Chapter 22-

When we finally returned home it was about 5:00pm, I entered the front door and immediately sprawled out on the sofa and began checking my mobile phone.

"What do you fancy for dinner?" Sam asked, following me into the living room.

"Nothing" I responded, not taking my eyes of my phone.

"You've gotta have something, you'll go hungry otherwise."

I ignored him.

"How about some soup? That's easy to eat, right?" Sam was trying so hard to get me to cooperate.

"I'll give it a go Sam but my teeth are really hurting" I moaned, pulling doggy eyes up at him.

"You can take your time, there's no rush" he smiled, then proceeded into the kitchen.

I opened up Snapchat and noticed Kyle had sent me a message. It read: 'Hope the dentist was alright, send me a picture of those chompers when you get home ;)' I sent him a picture of myself showing my teeth, with the dog filter covering my face.
'Hope that satisfies him' I thought.

~30 minutes later~

"Billy, food is ready!" I heard Sam yell, and I slowly moped into the dining room to join him for dinner.
I took a seat where my soup and spoon were neatly placed, whilst Sam sat opposite me, also eating soup.

"How are your braces then? Sam asked, trying to start conversation whilst slurping up his soup.

"They hurt" I grunted, moodily stirring my soup round and round.

"You going to try and eat anything? he asked me, with a concerned look smothered on his face.

"Guess i'll try..."

I scooped up a spoonful of soup and hesitantly poured it into my mouth. I attempted to chew the soft vegetables located in the soup, but it was a struggle!

"I'm not hungry Sam, can I just go to my bedroom please?"

Sam nodded his head 'yes dissatisfied and I rushed up to my bedroom, quickly shutting the door behind me.

A quick thought bounced into my head; 'I can't deal with these braces, I need to get them off, now! But how?... What if I use scissors to cut the wire? Or a fork to use like a crowbar? Or maybe both? Well it's worth a try, my teeth ache so bad!'

And without thinking twice, I rushed down to the kitchen to grab a fork.

"You alright Billy?" I heard Sam call from the dining room. He must have heard me come downstairs.

"Yeah, errr... just getting a drink" I responded persuasively. 'Nice save Billy' I thought to myself with a smug smile.

"Alright, just shout if you need me!"

Fork in hand, I rushed back to my room silently shutting the door behind me again. Then, without a single thought, I plonked myself down on the floor in front of a mirror and began tugging at my braces with the fork in a giant attempt to pull the ghastly things off. Within 5 minutes, I managed to pop the wire out of 2 of my bottom brackets but, before I knew it, the fork had intertwined with my braces, and was now stuck for good. What was worse, the pain was now excruciatingly unbareable, with the fork digging into my gums.

'How am I going to get help?' A sudden anxious thought wandered into my mind. 'Sam is gonna be so mad! Wait, why did I even try this?? He'd find out either way! But there's no other way around this right now, i'm going to have to show him what's happened...'