What He Hides

Chapter 2: What to do?

Marcus POV

"Lucas! Come on man! I gotta pee!"
" Im almost done!"
Lucas opened the door.
" What took so long?"
" Nothing."
Whatever. I had to pee. I went in and closed the door. When I finished my business, I noticed blood in the sink. Strange. I washed my hands. When I went to dry them, I froze. That's when I noticed the razor, slightly covered in blood. Time seemed to stop. I couldn't think. Damn it, I could barely breathe. Wait a second Marcus. Maybe Lucas cut himself shaving. Yeah, thats what happened. You watch to much TV. I shook my head. Wait, Lucas didn't have blood on his face though. He shaves in the shower. God, now what? Cyrus. Cyrus would know what to do. I washed the sink out, grabbed the razor as evidence and walked out to the golf cart.
" Yo, Cyrus! We need to talk!" I pounded on the door. How I could still walk was a mystery. I felt lightheaded.
" What is it?" He asked, pulling open the door.
" We may or may not have a problem."
" Marcus, come in and stop talking riddles." I walked in a sat on the couch. I pulled out the razor.
" I found this in me and Lucas's bathroom. After he left." Cyrus stared for a minute, before taking it from my hand.
" There has to be some other possibility."
I shook my head. " That's what I thought. There isn't Cyrus."
" Okay, let's say he is cutting. We need to figure out why." We both thought for awhile. I snapped my fingers.
" Social media. We never look at comments on our videos. Let's try that" Cyrus pulled out his laptop. We went to our latest video. We went through all 2,000 comments. Half of it was hate. All pointed at Lucas. Darius came in halfway through.
" How is there so much hate? The video was posted 3 hours ago!" We pulled up Lucas's Instagram and Twitter. Same thing. Comparisons, calling him stupid, all of it. Some telling him to die and let the other 'better' brothers take over. Hateful things. We were all crying by the end.
" Okay. No more. We need to take action and fast." Dari and I nodded.
" Should we tell Lucas we know?" Dari asked. Cyrus shook his head.
" We catch him in the act. We need proof. This is good, but not enough." Dari nodded. I couldn't move. Why? Why was my brother, my twin brother, doing this? How did I not notice? I put my head in my hands. Cyrus patted me on the back.
" We can fix this. He'll be ok." I just cried.
" Let's help our brother." Cyrus said assertively.