Shattered Voice. [ ON HOLD, REWRITING ]

Chapter Four

Cole woke up finally after a few hours. Feeling cold, he walked out of his room to look for his jacket. He looked everywhere for it and finally found it laying on the couch. Just then, he realised someone wasn't home. "Eh? Where's Kyle? I thought he was at home, I wonder where he is.." Cole scratched his head, wondering where his popular brother had gone.

In the meanwhile, Kyle was hanging out with his friends at a public nightclub down town. Kyle drank a few bottles of beer and kinda went overboard with it. In the end, he became really drunk and dizzy. His friends drive him home safely and hoped that he'll get a good night's rest. Kyle entered his house drowsily into the living room and spotted Cole.

When he went in, he saw Cole lying at his usually spot on the futon couch playing with his phone. Kyle walked over and pushed him off and onto the cold marble floor. Cole was stunned, he looked up at his brother and asked, "K-Kyle..? What.. what happened to you?! Where have you been in the past 2 hours?!" He raised his voice slightly but he was still scared.

Kyle was annoyed by his questions. Kyle felt like he could get lectured by him even though he was smarter than his younger brother. Kyle scowled angrily, "Shut up, Cole! It's none of your fucking business to know where I've been. Fucking brat!" He shouted. Cole's eyes widened as he let out a quiet gasp. This was the first ever time Kyle has ever shouted at him. He whimpered. "W-What have I ever done to you, Kyle..? I only asked where you've been. I even stayed up late to wait for you. Why are you so cold? You're not the Kyle I know."

Kyle felt his anger rushing through his body. He clenched his fist and growled. "Shut the fuck up! You're not my brother, you never were. My brother wouldn't heterochromia and he wouldn't be weak! He wouldn't get bullied, nor cry everyday! Crying are for those little shits who are too weak to even defend themselves. Now that I think about it, Wilson was right. What he said made sense. You do belong to the dumpsite. No, you belong to the asylum. You could live with those crazy ass people. They're outcasts of the society. No one would ever want them, it's the same, Cole. No one would want a brother who has those DISGUSTING EYES!"

Kyle raised his hand and slapped him, hard. Cole cried and tears rolled down like waterfalls. Kyle got irritated by his crybaby attitude, he hovered on top of him and punched him repeatedly in the face.

Cole used both of his hands to block his face as much as he can from Kyle's hard punches. Not long after, he was covered in painful bruises all over his weak body. To top it off, Kyle scratched his left eye which left a big scratch mark on his light blue eye.

Using all his strength, Cole pushed Kyle off him and ran to his room. He slammed the door shut and locked the door which sent echoes through the whole house. (Kyle and Cole lived in a bigger sized house. I'll get to that in another chapter?) Cole laid down and hugged a pillow tightly, sobbing into it. "I'm useless, worthless, he hates me, everyone does!" Cole muttered sadly and cried himself to sleep. He vowed that he'll never speak to Kyle ever again.

On the other hand, Kyle stumbled onto the couch and immediately got knocked out.