Chapter 4: Hummor

Bobby picked me off the couch, then very, very slowly walked towards the stair case. Once there he tired to step up but almost fell backwards. He put me down on my feet.

"You'll have to hop up, other wise I would be in the hospital."

I nodded. Bobby took my left arm and put it around his shoulders and used his right to wrap it around my waist. He got onto the first step then I. when I landed I almost fell back taking bobby with me. But he grabbed hold of the railing. It took fifteen minutes to reach the landing. That was a bitch. I kept using my bad arm to support myself and standing full pressure on my right leg.

We entered the bathroom. Bobby set me down on the toilet. He left for a second then back with a towel in his hands. He placed it on the sink.

"Uh, I want you to try to take off your shirt. If you can then you can get the rest of your clothes off. If not then I'll have to help your ass." Bobby said as he lend on the door frame.

I grabbed the bottom of my shirt then pulled up. I couldn't get the shirt past my chest without hurting both of my arms. Its been so long since I moved them. Bobby sighed then made his way over to me. He lifted up my shirt getting it off my right arm then dead. He gently pulled it off the rest of the way. He then stood me up.

"At least unbutton and unzip your pants."

I did as he said. He helped me take off my pants. Then I was just left in my black skull boxers. Bobby helped me into the shower.

"Take off you boxers in here."

I very carefully took off my boxers. I had to lend up against the wall to support myself. I didn't want to fall and bust opened my head naked in the tub. That would be embracing.

"You got them off?" I threw them the best I could out of the shower. "Alright go ahead and turn on the water. I'll stay in here in case you need any help."

I turned the water on warm. The water felt so good on my shoulder and knee. It was like the water was massaging them. It was wonderful.

I put body wash on one of the sponges then washed my whole body the best I could. I almost fell when I tried to get my back. It was hard to get the left side of my body because of my right arm. It felt like something was poking at or in my shoulder, so I gave up washing that side. Now was time for my hair. I lifted up my hands to see if I could but couldn't.

I didn't want to do this but had no choice. "Bobby?" I asked.

"Yeah, Sweetheart?"

I sighed at the stupid nick name he called me for years. "I need help washing my hair."

The show curtain flew open. I jumped slightly, I didn't expect him to open the curtain. "Hand me the shampoo."

I handed over the honey and jasmine shampoo to him. (just so you know that's bobby shampoo.) He put some on my head then scrubbed it. After about a minute he raised off his hands and then closed the curtain. I just stood there in deep thought.

It felt weird when bobby was helping me undress. Not weird in the sense I was uncomfortable. I felt completely at ease with it. I shouldn't be I should have been uncomfortable aren't I? Wait could I possible be attracted to him? No that can't be. He is my brother, but he also isn't my blood brother. I did and do consider him my blood brother. He was always there for me, helped me out. I don't want to lose that just because I might have feeling for him. Even if I did I wouldn't stay around him.

"Jack? Are you done yet?" Bobby's voice broke through my thoughts.

"Y-yeah!" I turned off the water.

Bobby handed me the towel from earlier. I dried myself off the absolute best I could, then wrapped the towel around my waist. Bobby leaded me a hand out of the tub.

"Brush you teeth."

I grabbed my brush and got it wet. I put the tooth paste on it then scrubbed my teeth and tongue. Two minute later I spat out the paste then raised my mouth out.

We left the bathroom and went into my cold room. Bobby was right. He didn't do anything to it. It had glass and wood everywhere. Bullet holes in the walls. The only thing he did do to my room was put up a piece of plywood over the window. My two guitars were totaled. I let out a frustrated sigh.

Why did Sweet have to come to our house and shoot it up? We didn't go anywhere near his crib. I lost everything I ever had. Guitars, posters (autographed), my first hockey stick, and my stuff wolf Bobby gave me a month after I arrived at this house. Everything I own all had holes or ripped apart. Everything lost, nothing left to call mine anymore.

I looked down at the floor. I had nothing. All of mom things were undamaged, Angel's things were all gone, he took them when he moved with Sophia. Jeremiah's things haven't been here since he married Camille. Bobby never really had anything here, he really didn't need to. He was always gone.

"Jack, are you all right?" I looked up at Bobby. I knew sadness shown in my eyes. He looked around the room. "Sorry about the room." He took a seat next to me. "I just couldn't bring myself to come in here and fix it. This is the first time I've been in here."

I gave him a knowing nod. I knew what he meant; I felt the same way about thing house when I first saw it. I didn't want to come in with out mom greeting me. My body shivered to the chilling air. Bobby noticed and he put my black and gold hoody on me. He handed me a pair of plain boxers. After I struggled to put those on Bobby slipped a pair of black sweet pants on me.

"Hey, when you can walk, and do more things with your arm, I promise we'll fix up your room." Bobby placed his hands on both of my legs. "We'll repaint it any color or colors you want and anything you want in here."

"Why are you talking to me like I'm a little kid?" I hated that. I'm not a little kid or do I look like one.

Bobby chuckled. "Sorry, I just see you when you were nine."

I bent down to Bobby's face. "I'm not nine that was ten years ago. I'm grown now."

"I know you are, I … never mind. Do you want to watch a movie or something?"

I didn't want to do anything. I just wanted to lie here. I laid down on my bed. I looked up at the ceiling. It was an off white color. (random, I know.) I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them I was staring into hazel eyes.

"What the – Bobby!"

Movie or not?"

"If it will get you out of my face then I'll watch a movie. Resident Evil: Apocalypse."

"Alright Sweetheart lets go."

Bobby helped me up and together we walked down the stairs, well I hopped. Bobby sat me down on the couch then went to find the movie. Once he found it, he popped it in. Bobby sat down rather close to me. Was he scared or am I just wanting him to be so close to me? I'm so damn confused, Maybe deep down I really, really liked him. More than a friend. Ah! I wish I could figure all this out.

Four hours passed since we watched Resident Evil. Bobby started to dinner. Oh the great lord help me. Bobby can't cook. The only thing I saw him half way cook was eggs, even then they weren't fully done or they were over done. He was going to poison me with food. What would people say when they asked how I did? I started laughing at all the comments, and people yelling at Bobby.

"What's so fucking funny in here?"

I looked at Bobby and laughed harder. I saw him saying 'I'm sorry Jack I didn't mean to kill you with my cooking.' I was laughing so hard that I was crying. Bobby walked up to me.

"What's so funny?"

"You'll … get… pissed at… me." I said between laughs.

"Stop!"

"I-I can't." I couldn't stop laughing it was to the point I couldn't breathe.

"Stop it now!" Bobby placed his hand over my mouth. I was still laughing. Bobby stuck his index finger in his mouth then put his finger in my ear. That worked. "Thank you."

I slapped Bobby's arm. That was the nastiest thing to do. I cleaned my ear off. "That was sick Bobby."

Bobby leaned down close. "I know. Time to eat." Bobby helped me up.

Together we walked to the dining room. I sat down on my own and got my own food. Bobby cooked Chicken 'n' Rice. It looked safe enough to eat. I picked up my fork then knife. I started to cut it but couldn't add enough pressure.

"Bobby?" He took my plate and cut up the chicken. It didn't look pink, that's good. The rice I'll just have to see. When Bobby finished cutting my chicken he gave it back.

I took a bite of the chicken and the rice. It tasted great, I was surprised. He followed the directions for once. I knew if he took his time he can do things.

"Bobby, are you gay?" I blurted out. For the past two days I wanted to know.

"What?!" He nearly choked on his food.

"Are… you… Gay? The reason I ask is because I've never seen you with a woman, always with men."

Bobby slammed his fists on the table. "I'm not fucking gay! I've had more girls than girls have looked at your white ass!"

I shook my head. "Bobby, when I was younger I followed you everywhere. All I saw was men. You were never with a girl. Why?"

"Jack for the last time I'm not gay." Bobby looked down. "I'm bisexual."

Silence then I busted out laughing. The big Michigan Maller is bi. Oh I could see him with a guy and that guy would be the girl in the relationship. At the wedding, oh that would be funny. I was laughing so hear tears formed in my eyes.

"SHUT UP!" Bobby yelled. I've liked the same guy for ten years!"

I stopped laughing. Bobby put his hands over his mouth. Who did he know for ten years? Suddenly it hit me, like a brick wall. My eyes widen at the thought of who it was…