Ch. 12: From Boulders to Pebbles
Steve’s p.o.v.
“Silver, I’m tired. I’m so tired darling and there’s no other way I can describe it. I want to be here for you, but I can’t be the guy that you need. I’m not as strong as you need me to me. Hell, I’m not even strong enough for my damn self. I hate myself and I don’t know know why. I hate you right now and I don’t know why, but that’s crazy because I could never hate you. Nothing you could do can ever make me hate you. Nothing about you could ever make me hate you. Hating you just isn’t fucking possible Silver and maybe that’s my problem. Maybe my problem is I’m putting unrealistic expectancies upon you and that’s why you’re still sleeping. Fuck that! You’re in a coma and it doesn’t look like you’re coming out of it. It’s fucking childish as hell to continue on saying that you’re just sleeping when you’re not. IT’S MY FAULT! I should’ve been able to protect you! We should’ve been able to fight them off. Hell our dumbasses shouldn’t have taken you back to that damn hotel. I knew something wasn’t right about Joe. I knew something was off, yet I still made a dumb decision THAT ALMOST COST YOU YOUR LIFE! FUCK!” I yelled kicking the chair over. I couldn’t sit down. I couldn’t stay still. I was pissed and the angier I got the more a headache began to form.
“Damn it Silver there’s something I need to tell you, but I’m not sure. I’m not sure about any of it, but if I am right you aren’t the only person I’ve failed to protect sweetheart. Look, I’ve got to go. I’m saying good-bye and there’s no other way I can put it. I don’t know if I’ll be back. Hell I don’t even know if I’ll have the strength to come back. Not even if you call. I know after today a lot of things will change, but one thing will always remain the same. That’s how much I love you. Let’s just wait to see if you still love me when you wake up. Good-bye Silver. I’m trying to get stronger for you.” I shook my head a permanent frown etched into my face as I turned and left the room. There was nothing else left to say. Silver wouldn’t be my Silver anymore and I wasn’t the same Steve. It was just something we’d have to deal with. Regardless of it all I needed to go. I had to get out of here. One look at Eric and I knew he wouldn’t fight me on this anymore.
He knew it was the right thing to do. We had to go. We were going to the house we had been to once before. We were going to the place they had been held captive. They would hate us if they ever knew, but right now I practically hated them too.
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I was left downstairs alone. Daddy said he would be back, but that was more than a couple of minutes ago. Who leaves a seven year old alone for that long. I sighed as I walked up the stairs to see what was taking him so long. I could hear sounds coming from my room. What was he doing in my room. I snuck up and peeked through the door. I could hear him whispering.
“Oh Stephen you making daddy feel so good. You little asshole feels so good.” Stephen? What? What was he doing.
“Daddy please stop. It hurts.” came another voice. That voice was crying.
“Shh now boy. Let daddy finish.” I felt my eyebrows furrowing on my head. I was confused. Who was he talking too. Daddy moved a bit and there I saw him. He had tears streaming down his cheeks and he was staring at me. He looked like me. He looked just like me.
“Daddy-” he tried to say.
“Hush up boy!” my dad growled pushing his face down in the mattress. I could see him kicking. Or see me kicking? Could he breathe. Whatever daddy was doing he began speeding up and making all kinds of weird sounds until the boy underneath him stopped moving. The room began to spin and eventually the two of everything became one. I was taller now. From the mirror I could tell I was older. Yet, somehow dad still sat there with the other me under him, but now he looked panicked.
“Stephen? Stephen son get up!” he yelled shaking him.
“Dad what’s going on?” I asked.
“Steven go back downstairs and watch tv. Your brother and I were just playing. He’s sleep now.”
Brother?
Playing?
It all made sense now. It was becoming clear now. My brain had blocked it for so long, but now I remember. I walked over to them and saw that he had his dick out. A sick fuck.
“What did you do?!” i yelled, but it was like he could no longer hear me. “What did you do?!” I yelled again as he began shaking him but it was pointless. He wasn’t waking up. “STOP! STOP IT! STOP IT DAD YOU KILLED HIM!” I yelled tears streaming down my cheeks.
“Steve! Steve wake up!” yelled a voice shaking me. I screamed as I started swinging. “Steve stop it’s me! It’s Eric.” I paused realizing where I was. I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I remembered everything from while I was. Being sleep deprived worked wonders sometimes.
“Shit! Eric I apologize.” I sighed.
“What the hell is going on?” he spat.
“Apparently you aren’t the only one with a twin. He name was Stephen and we were identical. He was killed when we were seven. My dad had suffocated him while raping him because he was tired of his crying. What the hell?! Why would no one tell me this? Everything makes so much fucking sense now.” I cried. Eric said nothing as he hugged me as I cried into his shoulder. Why wouldn’t anyone tell me?
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