Alone

Chapter 4

Time was an irrelevant concept when those unwanted memories flooded back, it always drowned me. I only came to when I scorched myself with the burning hot water. My forearms and chest stung from the hot water. I quickly got out of the shower and sat on my bed, taking a few minutes to calm myself.

The twin's knew I had a bad past because they had seen the scars that littered my body as well as had been witnesses to my nightmares. I was surprised they hadn't run away yet.

They freaked out one night when they had heard me scream bloody murder, but somehow they managed to help me get through it. They respected my privacy and never pushed me to tell them because they knew sooner or later I would eventually tell them.

That was quite a while ago, and I still haven't told them.

Pulling up to the twin's house, I got out and walked up to the front door. Before I could even lift my hand to knock, the door swung open with such force that it shook the hinges. I looked up to see Jacob's face smiling down on me and a crazy look in his eye which I knew very well what it meant.

Without another word, he skipped back into the house, leaving me at the door. I entered the house, closing the door behind me and followed him into the house only to be met with a living room that looked like it had been hit by a tornado and that tornado being Jacob himself.

Clothes were strewn everywhere, beer bottles littered around the room, an armchair was, somehow, overturned. The TV was playing 'Barney and Kids'; a YouTube video was playing on his laptop, pizza boxes were piled next to the couch and Jacob was no where to be seen. Walking up the stairs, I came to a stop in front of Caleb's room.

I barged in without a warning; he jumped up in surprise from the sudden intrusion, "Calm down, it's just me." I laughed, "What the hell happened to the living room and where the hell is Jacob?"

He glared at me and plopped back down on his bed, "He was still pissed at me and found out that I hid his stash of candies which proceeded to annoy him even more. He sniffed through the entire stash, had a sugar rush and wrecked the living room. I've been in my room the whole time."

"You mean you've been hiding in your room?"

"Well, let's see you try handling him when he's high on sugar." I raised my hands up in surrender.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. He started throwing a fit, and when I tried to calm him down he whined about how he doesn't have a girlfriend yet and that he would be alone forever. A few minutes before you showed up, he started having another fit about searching for a first aid kit for the fight. At one point he entered my room and wanted to start a pillow fight," I chuckled knowing full well that Jacob was capable of doing absolute horseshit when he was high on sugar.

"Are you ready to leave?"

"Hell yes, I've been waiting forever. As for Jacob, he's probably passed out on the couch or somewhere around the house."

Jacob was indeed passed out on the couch as Caleb had said when we walked down, but what was more shocking was the stuffed giraffe he was holding to his chest.

"What do we do?" I whispered, scared to rouse the beast.

"We leave, of course. He's not going to wake up anytime soon." He stated, as if it was that simple.

"How long before he wakes up?"

"An hour at the most."

"We have to take him with us."

"Are you fucking kidding me? Fuck no."

"Okay." I shrugged, "When he wakes up and finds out that we left him, it will be all your fault."

"Fuck, fine. We'll take his ass. I'd rather deal with him being high on sugar than facing his anger." He bent down and took his arm over his shoulder, and I proceeded to do the same for his other arm.

With great difficulty, we walked to the car as fast as we possibly could so as to not appear suspicious. We dumped him in the backseat and buckled him up. Jacob kept mumbling about his love for candy and how he would marry it one day.

"Heavy fucker." Caleb muttered under his breath and got into the car.

Getting into the car, I directed it onto road. Caleb seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, "Are you ready?"

"Yeah."

Glancing at the rear-view mirror, Jacob was slumped still holding the giraffe. Chuckling, I was grateful and happy for having these two in my life.

Fifteen minutes later, Caleb and I stood in front of a shady building. The exterior looked like absolute shit, paint peeled from the building and graffiti covered most of the building. We parked the car away from the building. We cracked the window open a little, so Jacob wouldn't suffocate, much to the disappointment of Caleb.

It never failed to surprise me, the number of rich people and druggies that would show up to bet on someone and see them die.

There was a fight that was ongoing between the biggest guy that I had ever seen, definitely on steroids. I'm sure his bicep could crush a kid's skull. His opponent was scrawny looking compared to him, hell anyone would look like a child compared to him.

The opponent had a lean body; he seemed swift with his movements and read steroid guy's offensive and defensive easily. The crowd egged the muscled guy on, and normally it would seem like he would win, but I knew better than that. You couldn't always rely on muscles.

"My fight is next, I need to leave. Will you be fine?"

"Yes, Dad. You have nothing to worry about. I can definitely handle myself if I can beat you." I smirked. That would hurt his little male ego.

Shooting me death glares, he said, "I'll make you eat those words. Keep your hoodie up and make sure your mask doesn't fall off. Stay in the goddamn corner near the exit."

"Yeah, yeah. I'll stay out of trouble." I assured him and shooed him away.

"You better, otherwise my dick will be chopped off, courtesy of Jacob. And I'd like to keep my dick intact."

I chuckled. Just as he was about to leave, I said, "Don't die."

"Never." He walked over to the other side and stood near the ring waiting to be called up.

Turning my attention back to the fight, the crowd seemed to be getting more rowdier every minute wanting blood spilt. The steroid guy caved in and threw a punch only to miss as his opponent dodged last minute, which made the crowd boo him.

That didn't sit right with him, so he fuelled his anger into his haphazard punches that the opponent dodged very easily. His opponent was light on his feet and calculated every move; he even taunted the steroid guy. This routine kept going on till steroid guy's energy depleted which is exactly what his opponent was patiently waiting for.

His rubbish tactic cost him a few seconds which he used to catch his breath. Using this to his advantage, his opponent launched his first strike which nearly knocked steroid guy off his feet. The crowd went wild with excitement at the fight finally picking up.

He kept raining down punches and kicks, not giving steroid guy time to even breathe. A few minutes later, steroid guy lost his final bit of energy and face-planted in the ring. As soon as he fell, gunshots rang throughout the entire building erupting loud screams all around me.