Emotional

Chp 2.

A/N Hey. Yeah. So I stopped being lazy and decided to write a second chapter since my sister is bugging me to. She likes it. I think.

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After about 20 minutes of beating Emo, their "uncle" just stopped and left since he thought that was enough punishment for now. When the coast was clear, Orion scurried out of his corner towards his brother in a panic since it looked like Emo stopped breathing.

Orion's POV

I rushed to Emo's side as fast as possible. "Emo?" I whispered. He didn't respond or move. "Emo!" I whisper/yelled as I started to panic. 'Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead!' I thought to myself as tears pricked my eyes at the thought of being alone and losing the last of my true family. Emo finally groaned after a minute or two of me lightly shaking him.

"Orion? Are you alright!? Did he touch you?" He asked sitting up and looking me over frantically. "I'm fine. But I wish I could say the same for you." Since my panicking went away I looked him over and I saw how bad Emo was injured. He had a black eye, busted lip, and blood lightly trickled from his nose and the corner of his mouth. The cut on his arm was now a gash and his whole sleeve was red. He had another cut on the side of his head that leaked blood and caused his messy hair to clump together. I winced at the sight of him. " How are you not feeling anything?" I asked. He just shrugged. I patched him up with some cloth that I tore from my shirt. I used a strip of it to wrap his arm and wrapped another around his head to cover his wound.

He smiled at me when I finished. "Thanks Rye." I smiled back and chuckled at the nickname he always used for me. "Your welcome." I said simply. He walked to the farthest wall near my corner and sat with his back against it. He smiled and looked at me. "What up?" I ask. "We're going leave soon." he said.

"What?" "We're going to get out of here." "How?" " I found a way out." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small object I couldn't quite see. I walked over and sat next to him. He flipped the object open and light shined from inside. "A phone?" I said and looked at him dumbfounded. "Where did you get that?" "He dropped it when he was hitting me." He said softly. "What do we do with it?" I ask. He smiled and looked at the phone, pushed a few buttons, and held it in front of us. It made a quiet ring for a second then someone on the other end picked up. "911. What's your emergency"