Twin Brother' Love ☑️

chapter 03: My responsibility

Kaino's POV

I wake up suddenly and look at my surroundings to find myself sleeping in a dark room with no lights or whatsoever. Sitting up on the bed, I rub my eyes and climb down in search of switches. With my hands on the wall, I take wide steps and when I trace the switch board, I turn on the lights. They shine brightly, illuminating the room. My eyes blink at the sudden brightness and I take a minute to adjust to my surroundings. When I finally open my eyes, I see Parker still sleeping with tear strained face.

I sigh before approaching him. Sitting beside him, I bring my hand to his face and remove the traces of dry tears. A frown appears on his face and his eyebrows come closer to eachother. I press a finger on his forehead and ease the pain. Once his face regains peace, I get up and leave to the bathroom. I brush my teeth and walk out of the room. Making my way towards the kitchen, I grab the milk carton from the refrigerator and heat some milk. Pouring the now boiled milk in a glass, I add a spoonful of honey and head back to the room with a thought of waking him up so that he can drink some warm milk.

By the time I reach the room, I witness Parker waking up from his sleep and letting out tedious cries as he sit up on the bed. I walk to him and sit by his side as I keep the cup on the table and pull him to me. He cries even with me trying to console him and knowing I can't stop him, I just sit with him in my arms as I wait for him to calm down. It takes time and after what seems like hours, he finally calms down and parts from me while wiping his tears away.

"Are you okay now?" I query while lowering my head to see him because he hang his head down.

He nods at me and that's an enough answer for me.

"Go and fresh up, I'll warm the milk again." I tell him and get up from the bed, giving him way to the bathroom.

Climbing down the bed, he takes small steps and goes to the bathroom. I take the glass from the table and leave the room. Going to the kitchen, I warm the milk again and turn to go up but stop when I see Parker walking towards the kitchen. He sits on the chair and I take two steps to reach the dining table. Placing the glass in front of him, I take a seat opposite to him.

"Here, drink some milk." I offer him while pushing the glass to him.

He doesn't listen to me nor bothers to look at the glass. He silently stares down in his own thoughts. It's not good for him. I know he lost his lover and it's not even been a week. It's been just two days but the trauma he's going through, I have to put a stop to this and bring him out. I should stop him from always thinking about Zayn and to start thinking about himself. Because if he continues to mourn, I'm scared he's going to lose himself. I know it won't be easy for him to forget but if it's for his own good, I'll have to do it. If there's anything he remembers, it should be those happy moments he spent with Zayn not his death and drowning himself in pain.

"Parker." I call him and he looks at me, "drink the milk. You didn't eat anything from yesterday." I remind him.

He stares at me while I wait for him to drink. I get confused as he looks at me without blinking until tears gather in his eyes. What's wrong with him? I think and stand up, moving to him. His eyes follow my move and we come face to face when I stand in front of him. He gazes up at me and now his tears are falling down his cheeks.

"Parker, what's wrong?" I ask while bending down until I reach his eye level and wipe his tears.

Placing his hands on mine, he holds my hand firmly and gives it a small squeeze. I frown thinking what's wrong with him. Just as I go to ask him the same, he suddenly stands up and hugs me tightly. My eyes widen as he nestles his head in the crook of my neck while his hands go around my waist in a tight lock.