Chapter Five:
Ian’s POV:
I decided to follow him.
“Dude, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?” I asked. He stopped walking and turned to look at me.
“Yeah… why?” He arched his eyebrow, still annoyed.
“You just seem like your hiding something. Something you won’t even tell your own twin.” I stated, defending myself.
“It’s none of your business, Ian, so lay off.” He snapped, and walked into his room, slamming and locking the door shut.
“Ian!? What the hell was that!?” I hear d my mother’s voice yell.
“He just slammed the door, Mother.” I stated, sarcastically. “No need to get in a hissy-fit.”
I immediately regret what I said. I knew it was gonna cost me. Big time.
“Get down here now, young man.” I heard my father’s voice roar from the kitchen. He had heard it all. Oh crap.
I slowly made my way down, taking my time so stall. I don’t think I was going to like what was coming anyway.
I gulped as I stepped down onto the last step. My mom was glaring at me as she walked off, into her bedroom. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it quickly went away as I heard my father’s footsteps beating against the ground as he made his way through the dining room and into the hallway were I was standing.
“Are you insane? Talking to your mother like that!” He screamed at me.
I started backing up some, freaked out by the tone in his voice. He seemed devil like.
“Don’t you walk away from me!” He snapped, yanking on my arms.
I gulped and backed up to the front door, my back pressing against it tightly. I’d probably be able to climb the wall if I had suction cups on my hands.
As my father droned on and on about not talking to my mom like that, I could feel my arms throbbing in pain. I knew I had bad bruising on them. Again, for like the third time this week. I widened my eyes as I felt something collide with my cheek. I blinked a couple times, now aware that my dad was stalking off into the bedroom.
I let out a breath, that I had apparently been holding the whole time. I ignored my aching cheek and arms, and walked upstairs to my room.
“Ian? What was that?” Damon, known as Bones, asked, poking his head out of his room. He probably had heard the whole thing.
I didn’t turn to look at him. I didn’t want him freaked out. He knew nothing of this. It was going to stay that way.
“Nothing, just go back to whatever you were doing.” I mumbled, walking into my room and shutting my door. I soon heard his door shut.
I walked over to the dresser, and looked at myself in the mirror. The side of my face was starting to blacken. I prayed it would be only a light spot, nothing too major.
I climbed into my bed, ignoring the fact that I was still fully dressed. I just wanted to sleep, and so I did.
The next morning came pretty quickly. I awoke, feeling suckish. My arms ached, and my cheek hurt. I just tried to ignore it and got up, going back to look in the mirror. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw it just a small bruise. I could easily lie to cover it up.
I changed into something different and walked downstairs, seeing Damon already up. He was drinking something. I paid no attention to it.
“Ian?! The hell happened to you?!” He gasped when he saw me.
