Les Twins Life

Painful Feeling

(LAURENT'S P.O.V)

By now, I'm at 90 miles per hour, I not remember the speed limit after driving past the signs so fast. But remembering and thinking were not an option right now. My thoughts are all over the place and I can't piece together anything with the aching pain that settles inside. I should've never let him out my sight, I should've known this situation wasn't over. There's no destination, no where to go, I have no clue. Not knowing anything not help...I can't breathe.

I turn the steering wheel to the right, pulling over on the side of the road. A few horns blare past me as I face plant into the steering wheel. I screamed out the sickness in my stomach, the anger and frustration, it burned the back of my throat so bad but left a soothing sensation in the end. My eyes were now wet and stinging from the formation of tears but I wiped them before they could fall. I had to think, where could he be?

There's only one place I can think of where Larry meet Ron. And that's where I found him laid out on the concrete covered in bruises.

I parked my car across the street from the alley and made the attempt to calm myself as I walked across. The image of Larry's body, limp in my arms flashed in my mind as I walked further down to a door slightly open. My palms began to sweat and I took a big gulp. Lightly, I pushed the door open enough for me to slide inside without making much noise. I looked in the only direction to my right, the only light present hung above me along the hallway. The lights paved a way to the only door at the end, it was closed. From where I stood it seemed like the door was miles away but in reality, maybe 30 seconds. I was unaware of what was on the other side of the door but the longer I stood there the chances of Larry being hurt intensified. My legs were moving but my mind was still in the same place. In situations like this I wish I could turn off my brain to stop my thoughts for a while. Every single one that prospers does no good for me. I only become more worried with each one. My body froze at sound of an aching scream. A scream of pain. I closed my eyes to let my mind go blank so that I could focus. Another scream, this one paralyzing my entire being. I recognized the scream, the voice that was wrapped within it. One more scream, the sound of my name echoed throughout the whole building. I shot my eyes open and my name forced it's way into my ears and shook my eardrums. I felt as if I tried to move I would just disintegrate into the ground. He called out for me once more and I became smaller. I know for a fact that I could not prepare myself for what was on the other side of the door. There was still more hallway to walk down. I haven't even made it there yet and now I was more than terrified. But I have to do something, no matter how painful it is to see him beaten. I rather it be that than worse. The closer I got, the more constant his screams became. The tears were coming and there was no stopping them this time.

I slowly open the door and go in, in front of me is a wall that separates me from my brother. I can feel him on the other side. The wall cuts off within a few steps but it's long enough for me to hide behind. I lean against it and examine the shadows on the adjacent wall. I slide down as far as possible just to peek around the corner. He's tied up with rope by his wrists and ankles to a metal chair. Sweat covers his whole body along with fresh bruises and cuts. Wearing nothing but his black jeans. His body is limp, I could tell he put up a fight and now all the fight he had is gone. His breathing wasn't normal, it was more like he was having to force himself to breath in and out. Blood streamed down his face from a head wound and onto his chest. I couldn't see his face, he was hunched over. My insides were throbbing and my heart began to ache. Tears were pouring out of me, I stood there wishing I could grab him and save him. I look over to the men standing around a desk with weapons laid out on top. One I conclude to be Ron, he wore a suit and held whiskey in his hand. There were two others hovering over the weapons and talking to each other. It was hard to understand, I not know much Russian. One chooses a pistol and walks over to Larry. My mind screamed at me to turn away but my body didn't listen. He pistol whips him across the face with all his strength. Larry spits out blood and curses in pain before the guy does if again nearly knocking the chair over. I close my eyes in pain as it happens continuously. I could feel ever hit in my teeth and it made my stomach tighten. I cry more as he cries out my name over and over and pauses in between to scream or grunt. His pain filled cries echoed through the building and inside me.

"Wait, don't kill him yet. Come."Said Ron.

I opened my eyes and watched as Ron gestured the men back over to him as they all laughed. The guy threw the gun across the room, only a few feet from me. I looked down at it and then back up to them with their backs turned. I looked to Larry and my heart sank. His body shook with each sob he wept and at that moment I wanted to be taking every hit. I wanted to physically feel all his pain because god knows he doesn't deserve it at all. All he try to do is fix his mess for us, knowing he had no way out. I regret yelling at him and making him feel like shit. It's my fault why he in that chair. Every inch of his face is covered in blood. Dripping all over him. All I could think was this wasn't my brother. And it hurt so much that I couldn't make it better for him because he always does for me. The other guy grabs a bat and Ron claps in amazement. He raises it above his head and before he swings, something takes over me. I could not stand there any longer and watch my blood pour out of my brother and my flesh being beaten, his loud screams and cries of pain from the torture filling my ears. I blacked out, everything happened so fast. Next thing I know, I have the pistol in my hand; shaking in front of Ron. All three of them stood in shock, not knowing where I came from. Ron held up his hands and started to walk toward me.

"Let's not do something stupid." He said.

"Do not take one fucking step." I said.

He stop and did as I said and kept his hands above him. I was scared as shit but I tried not to show it. No matter how hard I tried, the gun wouldn't stop shaking.

I pulled the trigger.