Flippy And Fliqpy Roleplay!

SECTION 5: SCARS THAT WILL NEVER HEAL Part 4

Fliqpy returned home, casually walking through the door.

"I'm home !" he shouted through the house for his parents to hear.

He walked upstairs to his bedroom and saw his brother looking a bit distraught.

"Are you okay flippy ?"

He asked his brother, thinking he had another nightmare.
Flippy walked up to him.

"I know something is wrong. Tell me what is it ?"

He asked clearly concerned.

"I'm fine, you know me."

Fliqpy replied and walked past him, but flippy stopped him.

"I do. That's how I know you're lying."

He said grabbing one of his freshly wounded wrists, and Fliqpy flinched slightly. Flippy noticed and without hesitation pulled his sleeve up. He was frozen.

"Fliq... Fliqpy... You..."

Flippy looked up at his brother.

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"You should have told me... You know I'll never be mad or mock you for that right?..."

Fliqpy took back his arm and rolled down the sleeve again.
Flippy felt his heart nearly break. He didn't see it. He didn't spot the clues. He really thought his brother was alright, but he didn't even bother to check or ask questions. He wasn't here for his brother. He let him down once again.

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Fliqpy took a step back and looked away and at the floor, holding his sleeve down.

"Fliqpy..." Flippy took a step forward, and fliqpy found himself on the wall.

"Fliqpy please..."

Flippy walked closer as Fliqpy pressed himself against the wall. He didn't know how was it possible, what did he do wrong ? How could his brother find out ? Another fail. But what if he told his parents ? That was a big issue... He had no choice. He grabbed him by his shirt.

"I swear to God, Flippy, you can't tell them!"

He said, pushing Flippy back.

"You can't do it to them !"

He added half shouting before letting go and pacing out the room. He didn't know where to go. Just ahead.

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"Fliqpy!"

Flippy ran after his brother. He walked out of the room just to see the front door closing. He quickly went downstairs but he saw his father's worried look.

"What is happening with Fliqpy ?"

Flippy gritted his teeth. He hated lying to his parents but it was surely them Fliqpy was asking him to not talk to about his scars. He looked so angry and desperate at the same time... He... He couldn't tell them...

"We had a little fight, don't worry I'll sort it out. We may come back late, so don't wait for us with dinner!"

And he ran out of the house.

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Fliqpy ran as fast as he could to get away from the shame. He got to the only spot he could think of. Their old headquarters. He sat inside for a while, and rolled his sleeves up, revealing all the scars that reached almost his shoulders and sat down. He wasn't scared of it. He had scars, big deal, he didn't care at all. But he couldn't take it off at home. His parents couldn't see. And Flippy knew now anyway. God, the way he looked at Fliqpy, a mixture of pain, shock and disappointment. How could he let him see it?!
After a while he heard footsteps and his brother came inside, panting slightly.