DON'T YOU TRUST YOUR BROTHER ? | ✅

chapter eight ; creamy silence

12/31 ; 6:43 AM ; Durance Family Household

Nix starred blankly at the flashing TV .  He was watching some documentary about paranormal activity , and it's affect on the human mind ; at least that was what he gathered from the five minutes of astray clips that managed into his awfully busy head .

Alex had taken his virginity . Well , technically . Nix didn't do any penetrating , so anal virginity , but virginity nonetheless .

He took it . It was not given .

He didn't want to sleep - ever . He had become a level of cautious that could very well be diagnosed under paranoid . He feared Alex was going to pop up and - and - do it again .

Nix was already walking with a limp .
His hips had been jerked in ways they were never meant to be jerked . Ways he never wished them to be jerked . He had spent the first thirty minutes of his wake to pop his shoulders , wrists , and hips back into place from the treatment they had endured the previous night .

Nix had woken up on the couch again , but , this time , a blanket had been draped over him .

Something in him didn't want to wake up . Not because he was suicidal , - that was something else entirely - but because he knew that it could only get worse from there .

He had noticed yet another pattern in Alex's actions - as he usually did . It was comforting seeing Alex wasn't being completely unpredictable .

Once Alex found something acceptable , he went on to the next big thing .

What Nix had begun reffering to as
' The incidents of winter , years undisclosed ' , had not started with Alex jerking it in a jeep - no . That was a foreshadowing , a crazy man with fingerless gloves on the street ,  screaming the world was going to burn in three days if Nix didn't do something .

And Nix chose to ignore that .

No - this started when Alex confessed .

Nix couldn't help but feel sympathetic , even after everything that had happened .

Why ? he asked himself .

Because Alex , He replied .

It was Alex that hurt him , but Alex was still his brother . Nix didn't want their relationship to be broken . Alex was one of his only life lines to the real world despite being the exact thing that held the scissors to slice all the others . Nix really had nobody else .

Not that Alex was much of a listener anyways .

Nix knew he was stupid for thinking he could just slap a bandage on the situation and everything would be fine . Trying to ' save ' , and pity , the murderer was one of the most infuriating ways to die , or end up a slave , in a horror movie .

This isn't a slasher fic , Nix rationed , It's your brother .

It was Alex .

Alex would never , not in a million , trillion years , hurt Nix . Or anyone . The guy cried after killing a worm once ; there was no doubt in Nix's mind Alex knew when to stop .

Nix brought out a shakey hand to grip his coffee and brought it to his lips . Warm rushed his throat , and he had a vile thought .

He was running off caffeine at this point . He couldn't sleep , not peacefully . Not while Alex could easily come up and splooge in his mouth while he was resting .

Nix could not take another midnight facial - or something worse .

He couldn't . He wasn't risking sleep .