A/N: Here's chapter 2, and to anyone who's reading my other fic, If Whiteboards Could Talk, it might be awhile for an update because I have a major case of writers block!
Disclaimer: I don't own House. sigh
The house is quiet at last. The clock on my dresser flashes two A.M. I was dead tired and having second thoughts. The worst thing about staying up so late was listening to my mom. She had cried herself to sleep. I slowly pull back my covers and set my bare feet on the freezing wood floor.
I had gone to bed fully clothed just so I wouldn't make too much noise getting dressed. I quickly slipped my socks and shoes on and stood up. I couldn't believe I was doing this.
"Hey man, what you doin'?" I jump in surprise and turn toward the voice. It's Marcus. He is sitting up in bed, his silhouette outlined by the streetlights.
"Shhh!" I whisper fiercely. Marcus, now fully awake, starts to get out of bed.
"Marcus, no! What are you doing?"
"Relax man," he replies coolly. "Just tell me what you're doing." he bends over and switches on our lamp. I look into his eyes; for once he seems genuinely concerned.
"So now you finally act like a brother. Now you care what I do." I collapse on my bed tears running down my face. The stress had finally gotten to me, and I wept. I wept for all my parent's pain, and all the things we didn't have, and how helpless I felt. My shoulders shook and my chest was heaving.
After I had relaxed a little, I realized Marcus had me in his arms and was rubbing circles on my back.
"Shhhh. Shhhh. It's gonna be alright." He whispers in my ear softly.
"How do you know?" I ask timidly, sounding like a four year old version of myself.
"Because I'm your big brother and big brothers know everything."
"Promise?" I mumble, longing for the past when the toughest decision I had to make was what color crayon to use next when coloring pictures.
"I promise. Now please tell me what's going on?" I pull away from his warm embrace and look him straight in the eye. Marcus stares back.
"Marcus I'm in trouble."
"Tell me everything." and I do.
It is almost three A.M. by the time I finish telling Marcus about my dilemma. He looks grave.
"What do I do?" I ask, almost afraid to hear the answer.
"You help them rob the place. You're in some serious shit man!" I had known that already but having someone else tell me made it harder to accept.
"I should go then, thanks Marcus, really, I mean it, thanks." I walk quickly over to the window and swiftly yank it open. I start to climb out of our room when I feel a hand grab my arm. It's Marcus.
"I'm coming with you. We're in this together now."
He quickly gets dressed as I climb out the window onto our front lawn, feeling a little better about my situation because I knew my brother would be there with me. Marcus joins me in a matter of minutes. Then we take off together in the quickly fading night. Not knowing what morning would bring.