Royalty in Exile
Chapter 6: Siblings Reunite
Author's notes: After a long period, I am back with another chapter. Unfortunately, this is going to be my last chapter until January, since I am in the process of moving to Virginia. I just thought that I would do another chapter before then.
Disclaimer: I am running out of hilarious ways to say this, so I will keep short and to the point. I DO NOT OWN THIS STUFF, YOU STUPID COPYRIGHT LAWYERS!
Ash jimmied the lock on the apartment door, and helped Max carry me in. They set me down on the cot next to the window. We had a cot and a mattress, as well as a recliner. "Oh my God, you're bleeding everywhere," Max cried. Ash went to the cabinets and started looking for something while Max was yelling at him, asking him if he was going to help me.
Ash looked at me and said, "Where's the old man?" "He ain't here," I replied. Max started to open up the tear in my shirt to get a better look at the cut. Ash came back with a bottle of out father's Vodka. "Here, take a swig of this," he said. I took a drink, while Max commented on how much blood I lost. After giving the bottle back to Ash, I turned onto my good side, knowing what was coming. Ash poured all of the Vodka into my cut, and I screamed. It hurt like hell. "What are you doing," Max yelled. "That must hurt!" Ash only replied by saying that I have been hurt worse than this. "That could get infected, don't touch it," Max retaliated. I chuckled weakly, and made a comment about the doctors having to surgically remove my side.
I then turned to look at Ash. "Where did you go," I asked. "I went to Fuchsia City."
"Did you make it to the ocean," I asked. "No, I never got to the ocean, Fuchsia City got in the way," he replied. "I thought that Fuchsia City was on the coast," I said.
Ash then got up and went to smoke a cigarette. "He looks different," Max said. "Maybe it's the tan." "Yeah," I said. "I guess you would get a tan in Fuchsia City." Max looked at him and said, "He looks so old; I forget that he's only twenty-one." "That's pretty old," I said. "I know," Max said. "He just looks a little older, like twenty-five or something." I looked at him and said, "Max I've been thinking, and I think that I am going to look a lot like him when I get older." "No way," Max said. "What makes you think that," I asked. "Well for one thing," Max began, "Ash, I never know what he's thinking, but you, I always know what you're thinking." Max then got up and went home. I was hoping that Ash wouldn't leave, because I have a fear of being left alone.
After a couple of dreams about being at school, both involving my girlfriend coming out of no where and wearing nothing but a bathrobe and bra, I woke up. Ash was sitting in the recliner, reading a book. Phillip, our dad, was passed out on the bed with an empty bottle in his hands. Ash pulled a photograph of me and him when we were little kids and smiled. "I thought you were gone for good," I said. Ash smirked and said, "No, I could never be gone for good, I get homesick." He pointed at our father as he said this. I then fell asleep again.
Author's notes: Read and review. And if you want to, my birthday is this Sunday, so you could send a birthday greeting with your review. Zombie Hippie, signing off.
