Chapter 4
Derek looked at you and sighed. "Just stay out of trouble okay? You know that Jason can't control himself when he's high."
You nodded your head. "Yeah I know." you mumbled. Derek took the takeout menu from the table and gave it to you. "So? Pizza tonight?" You lit up in a smile. "Yeah, that sounds good."
You and Derek sat on the couch, in front of the tv watching the Lakers game. You were really concentrated and didn't take your eyes of the screen. They got the ball in and you and Derek stood up and screamed in joy. "That's what I'm talking about!" Derek said proudly. You just laughed and gave him a high five. The door flung open and shut closed only seconds after. Derek stood up och walked out of the living room. "Drew!" he shouted. You quickly stood up and walked to the hallway. Jason was laying on the floor. And he had his hand over his stomach, and it was all covered in blood. "Help me carry him to the bathroom." Derek said, and grabbed Jason's arm. You walked to Jason's side and together you carried him in to the bathroom. You put Jason in the shower. Derek cupped his hand under the faucet and filled his hands with water. He threw it in Jason's face, which caused him to wake up.
Jason's POV
You opened your eyes and you immediately felt the pain aching in your stomach. "Jason?" Derek asked, and you turned your head to him. "What happened?" You groaned as you tried to sit up. "Stay still." Derek commanded. "Derek I can handle this." Derek groaned. "No you can't, just fucking tell us what happened instead." You rolled your eyes and twitched in pain. "So I was doing my job. And my customer left and I was about the leave. And this kid walks up to me, and tells me that he wants to buy drugs." you started. You felt feverish and your upper lip was covered in sweat. "Drew go get him a glass of water." you heard Derek's voice say.
"Drew..." you mumbled. "Is he okay?" you asked. Derek shook his head. "What the fuck were you thinking Jason? You gotta stop beating him up." Derek scolded. You rolled your eyes and sighed. "Don't you think I know that? I just can't control myself when I'm on drugs." you defended yourself. "Doesn't matter, he's our little brother we gotta take care of him." You sighed again. "Okay so this kid was a fucking joke. He was like 15 years old so I told him to go home. But he just kept asking for drugs and said "I'm going to kill you if you don't give me drugs!" And I thought the kid was joking, so I told him to go home again. And that son of a bitch stabbed me, and ran away."
It took a lot of your energy to tell Derek that. You were exhausted and had to catch your breath.
"Here's your water." Drew said.
You looked up at your little brother, his face was wrecked. You had busted his lip and a black eye was forming over his right eye. His cheek was covered in a huge bruise and you were actually surprised that you haven't wrecked his nose too.
"Drew can you stitch him up?"
Drew turned around and nodded his head. He took out the first aid kit, and took out a scissor. He cut your shirt up, and ripped it from your body, revealing the wound. He started cleaning the wound and you flinched in pain. "Fuck that hurts." you groaned. Drew remained quiet and just continued to fix you. When he was done cleaning the wound he started to stitch you up. You tilted your head back in pain. "Where did you learn all this?" you asked him. "I had to learn how to fix myself after all the times you and Justin fucked me up." he whispered. "Drew I'm sorry.." you mumbled. He shook his head. "Save it."
You sat up and looked directly into his eyes. "Drew, listen to me. I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have beaten you up. I was high and I had no idea what I was doing I'm sorry."
He didn't answer you, he just finished stitching you up, and put bandage over it. He gave you a glass with clear liquid in it. You looked suspicious at the glass.
"It's vodka, drink it." you just took the glass and drank it all. You felt tired, and soon you got knocked out, from the pain and the alcohol.
You woke up next morning, in your bed, and you heard voices from the kitchen. You sat up and your body was aching in pain. "Fuck." you hissed and held your hand over your fixed wound. "Stupid son of a bitch." you muttered, thinking about that kid that stabbed you.
You got up, and got dressed before walking in to the kitchen. Derek and Drew sat at the dinner table, laughing. But as fast as Drew noticed you, he stopped laughing and just looked down at the table. Derek furrowed his eyebrows and turned around. "Oh, good morning Jason."
You bit your bottom lip. "Morning." you mumbled. Drew got up from the table. "I need to go to school." he said, and grabbed his things from the table. It didn't take long before you heard the door open, and close seconds after. Drew had left the house. "Is he really that hurt?" you asked Derek. Derek nodded his head. "Yes, but you can't blame him."
You sighed. "I apologized yesterday.." you mumbled. "Yeah but saying you're sorry won't fix it. And actions speak louder than words you know." Derek said. You nodded your head. And suddenly you got an idea. "I know how to fix it." you said, smiling widely.
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