To Protect

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So I realize I have two other books I'm working on, but I got this idea and loved it too much to let it go to waste. This will be all in Jai's POV.

The boys and I were once again filming a DareSundays video. Everything was going fine until I slipped over Beau's vomit and hit my head on the concrete. I blacked out for a couple seconds before sitting up very disoriented. My head was swimming and I could barely tell up from down. I slowly stood up and made my way back inside the house without anyone noticing. Nobody ever noticed when I was hurt, but I know my friends love me. I just know it.

I got an ice pack out of the freezer and made my way back outside. The other three boys were seemingly carrying on like they didn't even notice I was gone. That was until Luke tripped and fell into the pool.

"Luke!" I screamed, "Are you okay!?" I dragged my twin out of the water, thoroughly inspecting him for any injuries. It was kind of difficult considering I most likely have a concussion, and Luke's slap across the face wasn't really helping things.

Wait a second...Slap?

"Luke, hey, why'd you slap me?" I asked offended. I helped him, yet he slapped me. Really?

"You made me look like a wimp on camera, Jai. I was fine, you didn't have to save me." He screamed at me. I felt tears rising up, but I forced them back down. Luke loves me, I know he does. I heard Beau and Daniel snickering off to the side, but I chose to ignore them because my head was still swimming.

"You know what I've noticed?" Daniel suddenly asked to no one in particular. "Jai is always really protective of Luke, but Luke honestly couldn't even care if Jai were to die. Kinda sad really."

I glanced at Luke, waiting for him to deny Daniel's claim, but he made no move to do so. He just turned the camera off, obviously deciding that this DareSundays was an ultimate fail. It made me think, though. Does Luke even love me?

I lowered my eyes to ground and walked inside. Hamlet immediately greeted me at the door, but I just wasn't in the mood. If Luke, my twin brother doesn't love me, then do any of them actually want me around? I'm starting to think the answer to that question is NO.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I never noticed the knock on my door. I jump when Luke is in my room, waving a hand in my face.

"Is anyone even in there?" Luke joked. I forced a smile on my face and nodded my head.

"Yeah, sorry. Did you need something?" I asked and hoped that Luke had actually came to check on me.

"I was looking for my Laptop." Luke chuckled. My smile fell for a split second before I plastered it back on my face.

"You left it in Beau's room, remember?" I supplied, trying to hold tears back. Luke looked at me strangely before leaving the room in search of his laptop.

He confirmed what I was denying in less than five minutes. It was true. My twin did not care one bit about me. What should I do now?

I covered my mouth and silently let my tears flow out. I decided I needed to just stop. I need to become cold and uncaring, and the sad part of it is that no one can stop me. No one wants to.