Thanks for you all who take the time to read my story! I hope there isn't much spelling mistakes. Enjoy.
Even Demons Moan.
Chapter 4
"Ed, if you have any kind of balls anymore then lift him up carefully and carry him on the bed while I clean up this mess. Oh and you will clean HIM and don't DARE say ANYTHING AGAINST ME RIGHT NOW! Understood?"
Even if I hate it I have to admit that this mother's sweet little baby boy is much scarier than probably I could ever be. She is like my sister when he get's angry… And even if I hate it when someone carries me right now I don't have the energy to fight back. Then again, what in this world I wouldn't hate? Okay I can some up to some things…
I could hear the pretty boy mumble something about that he would soon throw him out before he started to do… something what I couldn't hear well enough. At least I hope I heard wrong.
"You and you brother… get… well together…" I had to whisper because of all the vomit my throat still hurts quit badly and I fear that if I really would do now much I could...
"Wait! Ed I got a better idea! Take him into the bathtub!"
That was when my eyes shot open like someone would have shot me in the leg but because I wasn't shot my body got in the move and second thing I knew was that not only I had a throat, muscles, head, my pride and other arm that hurt now also my ass and back felt like they got they part too. I had fallen on the floor, partly because Ed had loosened his grip and half because I had gotten a panic attack. Well not really but almost.
"What the hell?!"
"I am not going to let you…" It felt like my world had stopped. Had I gone mad?
My eyes, my mind, my body. All what is me was now watching him and there wasn't anything I wouldn't like. I am pretty sure about that. His body was just as good shape as mine, I could tell even all those clothes on him because I could feel him really well when he wrestled and when he just new carried me. Carried…
"I am not going to be under you!" I shouted before I could even understand what I was really thinking about.
They both looked for a moment at me blinking and then Al burst out laughing so hard that he had to wrap his hands around his belly and wipe tiers from his eyes. Ed in the other end didn't look amused at all. He was bright red, I don't know was it because of embarrassment or because of anger but he was clearly ready to attack me now again.
"You…"
"I mean it. If we have sex then I am going to be on the top. End of the story."
"Soon YOUR story will end you bastard!"
"Ed if he gets hurt even a one tiiny tiny bit more you may be sure that I am going to punish the hardest way!" Al shouted just when Ed raised his wrist and it really seemed to be something bad because Ed stopped right there like a statue for a moment before cursing out loud.
"Wow. You really are under the table for him…" I am not really in the best shape to be saying something like that to others right now but it was just too funny. It would have been even funnier if Ed would have been more shorter than he was. Yes I could see it even with my eyes like this that he was shorter, all thought his brother wasn't as well built .
"Shut up…"
Al smiled wide and happily before he stood up to walk to us his arms on his hips what I now noticed made him look quit feminine because he absolutely had no fat. Not that I would have or this Ed guy but… This Al was still something else. It's hard to say out with words you know? But I think we all have our own imagination so…
"So are you going to go?" He said a little cold tone. I am starting to get that expression that his mind changes a lot.
"Yeah, Yeah I am. I just took a little time so that This guy would get a little more relaxed." Ed said and Al raised his eye browns with a question in his eyes.
"Al you have a certain benefit in you. When you talk you make people less stressed. It's just the way you are. Or actually your voice is."
He actually had a point. When this guy opened his mouth, every time I felt at more peace. Funny isn't it? Now I understand what people mean about times when someone just walks into the room and you right away feel something changing.
But it only proves that I am right when I say that every one are different. We all have our special things and for this guy… For Al I think he had a few. They both are really interesting and it's funny to look at their little arguments. It's so different how they and my siblings fight. For us it's all about control but for them it's all about understanding what the other is saying and meaning.
"What are you looking at?"
"You guys. You seem to be pretty close."
"Yeah we are so what?" Ed said back a little maybe too fast and his face was so cute! He seemed even a little embarrassed about it, I noticed. Al in the other hand just smiled again like a angel and then sit on his knees in front of me and touched carefully at my head. He has a really soft hands and now when he was this close I couldn't find anything wrong at his face either. Or…
"Where did you get that scar?" I asked and tried to reach out to touch in my turn his face but he quickly moved away. Was it off limit's, like someone's use to say? It seems like it pears a trauma with it because his eyes got wider and his breathing started to sound really horrible. Like he wouldn't get air properly or that his lungs would be burning into pieces. Not that I would know how people sound when that happen, the burning thing, but still somehow that was the imagine I got in my head when I watched and listened at him turning into totally different person at his brother's arms where he now was.
They didn't say anything, probably because I was here, but they did still seem to talk with a language what is coming between two people when they know each other well and long time. Language without words.
Seeing those two like that, who I have known only for some hours maybe now, made me feel really lonely and I started to miss my sister.
"My sister! Ou Fuck where is my phone! I need my phone! She must be freaking out right now!" It was almost pure panic what rushed into me like rock what falls from the cliff and then hit's the ground.
I tried to stand up but my legs wouldn't really work with me. My mind wasn't anymore really all that blurry so I could now concentrate at the space and life around me but I didn't really honestly see anything because I was just trying to find my phone or my other stuff. Where were they?! Wait… I didn't have anything else with me didn't I?
"You didn't have a phone with you…" Ed said and I really wanted to be the one who would punch this time.
"What do you mean?!"
"Maybe it fell on the lake?" Al said calmly and looked at me in the eyes. God how this boy does it?
"Do you two have a phone here? I really need to make that call…" I sighed and looked really carefully at Al who walked to other side of the room and gave me a grapy old phone what I later really amazed that was still working.
My heart started pounding hard when I put it besides my ear and when I heard her voice I gulped.
"Hello?"
"Hay Sis'."
"Envy? Why are you calling at me? Are you in some kind of trouble?"
Trouble? Hell right I am but I can't say that. Her voice sounds really exhausted and I know that she is more than tired of my messes so… But what can I say? Wait a moment…
"What time is it?"
"What?! Did you call me just to ask a time? Don't mess with me you punk! But wait whose phone this is? Where is yours?"
"I lost it."
"How fantastic…"
"Lust I am not going to come home for some time."
"Are you again going somewhere far? Do you have money?"
"Yeah."
"Okay I will tell mom but make sure you will be home before school starts again or you know how mad she will get. You need to at least graduate. If I could do it then you can also. Right?"
"I am not as stupid as I let people understand you know it. I am just lazy."
"What ever you say darling but keep yourself clean from the usual messes you do, okay? I don't really have energy. Promise? If you then I will give you the Christmas present that I bought for you."
"Thanks. See ya."
As I hang up the phone I felt a little better and sad at the same time. It seems that again I am the one in the end who is being worrying about others.
"So how long have I been here?"
There wasn't any clock here and the only window what there was, was being blocked with a pair of massive curtains.
"About seven at evening. You have been here over 4 hours now." Al said from behind me as he put a really soft blanket over my shoulders. I wonder is he always so kind at everybody. But wait now more than that? I was sure I had been… How the hell should I know.
"What ever…" I murmured and yawned before I could stop it. Why it seems like all I do now is sleep?! I don't like it. I want to stay awake. It feels pointless to sleep, it's like I would get left behind but wait. How am I going to get left behind in a situation like this?
"How are you feeling now?"
I turned to look at Al who was again looking at my head. I would like to see myself from the mirror. And it would also be nice to see him.
"Fine I guess if we ignore the headache and how fucking tired I am and how much my body hurts." I
"You shouldn't swear so much."
I wanted to turn around and smile for him, even hug him for some reason but part of me said that I shouldn't so I didn't. I listen at my inner sound quite often and I believe that that's the real reason why I am still alive.
How many people do you think would listen at their little inner noise when they found are really nice car standing alone for a moment on the side road couple kilometres away some party where you have just been and now you are heading home at pare foot? I didn't and I partly regret it and not. It was the best ride of my life and the next day was my worst.
"Does your feet hurt?"
I hadn't noticed that I was rubbing my leg.
"No. I was just lost in my own thoughts, isn't it normal in this situation? I mean, I could have died but I didn't thanks to you guys. So… Thank you. We can go tomorrow into the town and I will raise some money."
I could feel the air in the room changing but I can't decide how. Had I hurt them o were they pleased. In my eyes it seems that they don't really have any money.
It's sad that in this word money is the one who is the real king behind anything and not even behind, it really is what tells what to do and in some cases how you should live. Like me. I can't get money from my parent's, last time I had were about when I was 10 on my birthday. Think about it for a second. What all kind of things would you do from money? I would do so much and I hate myself from it. I would lose my credibility and respect from the people I know and it would be the end of me if that happened.
Other thing what is also the main ruler is beauty. There is so much pressure everywhere to always look good that it is starting to become far something more. But when I look at this guy and his face when he smiles I found myself looking for something else.
"Umm… We thank you that you are ready to give us some money but could you please stop staring at me?"
I told you, they hate it when I stare and Al definitely doesn't seem to like it. He really is shy but that only makes his long slightly more brown hair than Ed's seems like a frame for his expressions. I know many nice guys what would jump in the air if they could get to meet him. It's shame that his brother seems little over protecting.
"The bath is ready now Al! Help me to get him there."
The bath? No! Wait… When did Ed go there? What so ever, this could be fun. So what if my definitely not best side is shown in the daylight. And by that I mean the scars what I have. What were you thinking?
This could developed into a nice story telling evening whit a hint of romance if it's up to me.
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I did it. Chapter four. I couldn't be happier. This chapter really seems like a nicely long one and it was fun to make. And next one is even more fun because I am trying to do the bath thing humoristic. I just dunno when I have the time to make it but I am trying my best. Maybe my enthusiasm will last ^_^