Breakdown || Linkin Park

Chapter 2

Kariliah you're probably gonna hate me now, so I'm sorry for this shit 😂

Alexis:

"I'm home again!" I shouted a few hours later when I closed the front door behind me.

I didn't get an answer, so I frowned.

With a weak feeling in my stomach I went up the stairs.

As soon as I reached the top I heard a whimper from my brother's room.

"Rob?" I asked and stuck my head through the door.

He sat crouched in a corner of his room and cried.

"Rob!" I shouted and ran towards him.

I knelt beside him and laid my hands on his arm.

He twitched briefly, but then he raised his head and looked me straight in the face.

I gasped in horror.

He had a huge black eye and a cracked lip.

"What's happened? When did this happen? Who was that?" I bombarded him with questions.

"A-Alan.." He just brought out.

But I knew immediately what was going on.

"I'm gonna kill that asshole!"

"No!" Rob shouted immediately. "Mom loves him. Please don't break it."

"What about you? I'm not letting that homophobic motherfucker get to you just so mom's happy! You're my goddamn twin brother and the most important thing in the whole world to me!"

He started crying again. Rob has always been the more sensitive one of us.

"Please stop crying, Rob. You know we need to talk to mom. It can't start like this, and it certainly can't go on!" I said gently and hugged him tightly.

"I know that! But Mom.. she's so happy with him. I don't want to ruin it for her. She deserves to be happy."

"But so did you! And you're not. You can tell at first glance."

He didn't say anything else.

I sighed and got up.

"Come. Lie down. Get some sleep. We'll talk about it again tomorrow." I said.

He got up and sat down on his bed.

"Can you sleep with me? I don't want to be alone." He asked.

"Sure. I'll just go and change." I replied.

He nodded and I went into my bedroom.

I pulled my sweater over my head and dropped it on my bed.

My jeans followed shortly afterwards.

Then I slipped into flannel pants and a top.

Rob was already in his bed when I got back from the bathroom.

"Move over, big boy." I said when I lifted the ceiling.

He slid back a bit so I could lie down with him.

His arm found its way around my waist and pulled me close to him.

I smiled.

Although he was "older" than I was, it was almost always so that he needed me more than I needed him. Not that I didn't need him from time to time, but I was the "stronger" one of us.