Skeletons

Saturday

I arrived at Evan's house at 5 to 4. I told my brother I was going to the graveyard to visit Trinity. He believed me, luckily. I knocked on the door and he opened it immediatly. 'Welcome, Dylan! Come in!' I walked into his house, slightly scared. You could see his skeleton tattoo. He kissed me. I just stood there. I didn't move, didn't even care. I learned to just accept it, to shut out my feelings. 'Babe, I just wanted to say that you look beautiful.' 'I'm not your babe. I will never love you, and you know it.' Then he suddenly hit me in my face. 'Shut the fuck up. You belong to me, if you don't do what I tell you, I will ruin your life!' 'You already did! Why me?! Why did you choose me?!' 'Because you are broken. Broken people are easier to get.' He hit me again. I would defenitly end up with a black eye. I felt his hands on my thighs. I shivered, I felt disgusted. Then I felt his lips on my neck. His hands were everywhere. I was crying. It was disgusting. Always those hands. I had nightmares about it, Evan's hands all over my body. I cried even more. Then I suddenly heard a loud noise. BANG. 'LET HIM GO!' I heard someone scream. I recognised this voice. Aaron. How did he know where I was? I haven't told him. Evan looked furious. 'DID YOU TELL HIM? YOU USELESS SLUT!' I was now violently sobbing. Aaran looked at me. I looked pathetic. My shirt was ripped, my trousers ( pants for Americans) were also ripped. My hair was a giant mess. Tears were on my cheeks.My eye turned black and blue. As soon as Aaron saw me, his eyes filled with fire. He was absolutly furious. He punched Evan in his stomach. Evan fell to the ground. Aaron started punching him, until his entire face was covered in blood. I saw that Evan wasn't moving anymore. 'Aaron!' I screamed. He turned to me. 'Dylan!' He ran towards me and pulled me into a hug. 'Please don't lie to me.' 'He...he said he would call Jordan. T..that he would h-h-hurt you. I-I didn't want you to get hurt.' 'And I don't want you to be hurt! Dylan, I love you okay? You're my little brother! I still remember the first time I held you in my arms. You were so small. I don't want to lose my little brother.' 'And I don't want to lose you!' I cried. Aaron was my brother, and I don't want to lose him. He was the only family I had left. We might live in a small apartment in the poor area of the city, and he had to work every night and every afternoon, but we were happy. When I came out to him, he accepted me immediatly. He would welcome every single boyfriend I got, and if they hurt me, he would hurt them as well. I might have lost my best friend, I wasn't going to lose my brother. 'Hey Dylan?' 'Yes?' 'Let's go home.'