Really? // Stenbrough

Chapter 27

Bill's PoV

"Georgie!" I yelled.

No response.

"I swear to god if you went outside in this pouring rain all by yourself I'm going to kill you!"

No response.

Now I started to panic. Where the hell is my little brother? I told him I'd go out and play with him once I finished the last three math questions I had to do. He only had to wait at least five minutes. I swear if he got lost because I was working on math, I'd never do math again.

"Georgie!" I yelled again.

Maybe he was just somewhere inside our stupid big house. I told my parents not to buy such a huge house, what's the point. Granted it has come in use when the losers are over, and it's good for hide and seek. Georgie loves that game.

I walked out into the porch and yelled for my brother agin. Once agin, no response. What do I do what do I do? I walked back into the house and upstairs. I yelled again.

I searched every room before I went back to the main floor. I yelled again and checked the rooms, again. I went to the basement and did the same thing again. Where the hell are you Georgie?

The attic.

I haven't checked the attic. I raced up the stairs to the third floor, the floor with my room. I opened up the ceiling, letting the ladder fall down.

"Georgie!"

"What?" I heard someone say.

But it wasn't coming from the attic. I quickly got off the ladder and pushed it back up. I yelled his name again.

"What do you want?"

I followed the voice and found him in my parents bathroom, the one place I didn't check because I didn't think he'd be in there. Why is he in here?

"What the hell Georgie? I've yelled for you like a hundred times!" I told him as I walked into the bathroom.

"I thought you were busy with your math." He said sarcastically.

"I only had three problems left. I thought you went outside by yourself. I thought you died." I told him calming down from my panic.

"Not that you'd care."

My moth dropped open. What is he thinking? I kneeled down in front of him since he was seated on the toilet.

"You're my younger brother. I love you Georgie. What makes you say that?" I asked him softly.

Tears sprung into his eyes.

"You don't want to be around me anymore!" He yelled. "You're too busy with homework or the losers or Stan. You never want to play anymore."

"Georgie..."

"No! Before you went off to camp we played all the time. You always had time for me. Now you don't." He whimpered as he started crying. "I like Stan, but he keeps taking you away."

I pulled my crying brother into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into my lap. I felt his small frail arms wrap around me, and I held him as his tears flowed down his cheeks.

I didn't know. I didn't realize.

I can't believe Georgie had to bawl in our parents bathroom for me to realize I hadn't been spending enough time with him. I've been to focused with school and my friends and my boyfriend. I haven't been a good brother lately.

"I'm so sorry Georgie. I've been such a horrible brother to you. I should've been hanging out with you more, I didn't think it would affect you this much." I whispered to him.