Pain and Love Comes in Many Forms

Chapter Thirty Seven

My voice fell flat, my cheeks stained with tear tracks, and my arms and legs red from the amount of struggling I did.

Nothing, I couldn't do anything.

The camera still pointed at me, and I was just, petrified, unable to move.

"I just want to go home. Why can't I go home?" I choked out, my voice scratchy.

I let out a sad sigh, closing my eyes.

Two days.

I had already been stuck there for two days.

Just sat here.

At least he was feeding me.

I heard the door open, and my detestable brother walked in.

"What do you want?" I croaked miserably.

"No voice already? You need to stop crying and accept your new reality."

"Fuck off."

"Still have a fighting spirit?"

I growled, "like I'd never stop fighting back!"

"I miss you being weak and pathetic, but I guess there's joy in watching you loose your sanity."

I glared, but looked away from him.

"Anyways, I finished preparations so you can't escape."

"The hell do you mean?"

"This place has no windows and all the doors leading outside are passcode operated. Three mistakes an alarm goes off. So I can get rid of those cuffs for you."

"What the hell are you planning?"

"Well, it's boring seeing you constrained to only one location. That, and I have places to be and I don't feel like caring for you."

He smiled as he removed my restraints, leaving the collar on.

"I must warn you though, if you attempt to attack me, there will be consequences. And you know full well you don't have the strength to take me down." I backed away from him on the bed. "Glad to see we came to some kind of agreement. There are camera's around this whole house. Except the bathroom, a safe zone i suppose. All that said, I have business to attend to."

He left me alone, and I sat on the bed. Thinking.

What the hell was he up to?

"I just want to go home god damn it."

I sat in that same spot for what felt like an hour, before getting up, and looking at myself in the mirror.

"At least I can do things by myself. I smell disgusting. Not that it even matters right now, but I need something to distract myself."

I saw that the clothes in the dressers in the room were all my size.

"This is creepy and not something i can even trust, but I don't have a choice."

I sighed and went to the bathroom, after looking around a bit for it.

When I finished showering and getting dressed, I set out to explore the place, to hopefully find a way out.

Though, I was met with a beautiful, large house, with no windows at all, like he said, but skylights, letting in natural light, too far above my head for my to reach, even with help from anything.

It was a two story building with a working tv and computer....

My phone was even just sitting next to it.

I rushed to it and picked it up, checking my location.

It was blocked.

No matter what I tried, nothing I could do could figure my location.

"Can i call? Oh my god i can!"

I called Jack.

He picked up right away.

"Ethan!?"

"Jack! I don't know where I am! And my crazy brother we-"

"Yeah, I can see you. The fucker has it broadcasted everywhere he can reach. Yeah u can't find a location?"

"No! I tried! I don't want to be here!"

"There's a man hunt for you, we're searching."

"Who knows if you'll even find me! From the looks of it, Dan's been planning this shit since he broke out!"

"Fuck! I shouldn't have left you alone!"

"Don't blame yourself. It's my fault for wandering alone. I just... I want to go home so badly."

"I'll stay in the phone with you as long as I c-"

My phone cut off, and I checked, seeing the battery was dead.

"Oh come on!" I exclaimed, putting my phone on the table. "What's he planning here?"

I paused and looked around, terrified by how open and friendly the place was.

My brother's intentions were anything but, I'm sure.

My stomach growled and I begrudgingly went to the kitchen.

"I can't believe this feels like a normal fucking house." I opened the fridge and saw food galore, with a note:

Can't have you dying before the fun starts. Feel free to eat what you want.

I hesitated before pulling out ingredients to make a sandwich. I sighed and made food, eating it and even cleaning up.

"I'm definitely going to go insane. It's those eight years all over again. Fucking alone." I grumbled. I sank to the ground, leaning against the kitchen cabinets.

"Ugh. I don't know what to feel right now. Scared? Angry? Lonely? I just want to go home."

Home.

I finally had a home.

Home to me was where my heart was. And jack.

Jack was my heart.

Dan and I looked a lot different from each other.

Yet we were stuck with the wretched blood ties as brothers.

We were contrasts. His hair was fire red while mind was a soft, coffee brown. His eyes were almost a golden brown, while mine were more of a boiling mercury. He was pale, his skin free of blemish, and I was mixed between Japanese and American.

How could two such contrasting people be siblings?

Siblings...

I detested the term.

I looked at my arms and remembered painful memories in that eight year gap.

Things I pushed away and never shared with anyone.

I could remember the red that pooled from open wounds and hiding all that with makeup before a job.

I could remember wearing sweaters in hot weather to hide all those ugly scars from heather.

"I don't want to remember things like this." I felt water pool in my eyes and drip down my cheeks, collecting on the top of my chin, dropping to the ground in such a sickening way.

I half wanted to grab a knife and end it here. Stop Dan from getting satisfaction.

That desire was growing stronger with each passing second.

My mind was just thrown into a haze.

Get me out of here.

Please.