Twister's POV
I sighed and got into the elevator. I rubbed my hands on my shorts, they were sweaty. I don't know why i'm nervous, he's my brother for gods sake. My whole body began to slightly shake. Uhg I need to stop. It's okay Twist, all you have to do is be straight up with him. Just ask what happened with him, Brandi and Otto. Thats all you have to do. I bit my lip until if began to sting, uhhg why did I do that? The elevator door slid open and I pushed my way through. I stopped and couldn't remember what room number he was in. I looked at my hand and the writing was smudged. Nikkie told me what room number he was in, she got it from Otto. I looked at my hand. FUCK what does it say? Is it 256, 229, or 226. I can't tell. I turned left and approached room 256. My feet clicked against the tiles and I rubbed my hands against my shorts again. I peered into the room and there was a woman on the bed. Well, Lars isn't a woman, so I walked down to 229. I looked into the next room, and again Lars wasn't there. AHH if he isnt in room 226 I'll ask someone. I looked around and walked into room 226. There he was, sitting there grinning at me.
"Glad you could make it, Twist." He grinned and looked at my hands. "Dude, What's wrong?" I frowned and wiped my hands on my shirt.
"Nothing Lars, So why are you glad i'm here." I looked down at the floor. I couldn't look at him. He knows something is wrong, and he would get it out of me eventually.
"No, Twist, Something is wrong. Come on lil bro, tell me." I sighed and looked back up at him.
"What happened, Lars?" I couldn't look at him. What did he do to her? He turned away and looked out the window.
"Great, you think this was my fault?" His voice began to rise. "I DIDNT HIT HER! OTTO DID! DONT BLAME THIS SHIT ON ME, MAURICE!" The blood vessel on his neck looked as if it were going to explode.
"No Lars, calm down. I'm not blaming this on you." Breathing heavily he layed down and looked up at the ceiling.
"Twist, I fucked up. I fucked up big time." He frowned and put his hands on his stomach. I looked at the fresh cuts on his arm, they were pretty deep.
"What happened?" I asked as calmly as I could. He closed his eyes. I'm not sure if he was trying to remember, or what.
"We.." He started, paused and then restarted. "Well, I kinda forced myself on her at first. But then it's kinda like she let me, but then she stopped me, and i made her leave. Then Otto came in and started choking me and I had no idea what was going on. She jumped on him to get him off of me and he hit her, like super hard. I felt bad for her because it was basically my fault, and then she brought up that it wasn't the first time she was hit and that made me feel worse." Nobody knows too much of her past, only Lars. Even Lars doesn't know half of it.
"Wasn't your fault, Lars. Otto just needs to be careful, he needs to control himself." I mumbled. I looked up and noticed a small black box sitting on the t.v. stand. "Hey Lars, was that there before?" He sat up onto his elbows and looked around.
"What?" He asked looking towards the door. I pointed at the box and he sat up all the way. "I dont think so, here, toss it to me." I got up and put the small box in my hand. It was so small, I wonder what was inside. I tossed the box to him. He hesitated for a moment and peeked inside. He gasped and closed it. Are those tears in his eyes? What the hell is in the box? I grabbed the box from his hands and cracked it open. Something glinted in the light but i't not sure what it is. I open the box all the way and it's Matt's dog tags, and guitar pic. I looked up at Lars and he was already crying. Matt was our cousin who had committed suicide two and a half months ago. He had just come home from Iraq and his fiancee had a baby on the way. Lars was closer to him than I was, but all in all we were close. I put the box on Lars's lap and he examined its contents with tears streaming down his face. First he took out the small green guitar pic. Matt always would play songs to us when we were little. Country, rock, or even alternative, what ever the genre he knew what to play. He would ask us what mood we were in and he'd grab his 'good ole pic' and start strumming away. That's the only thing we looked forward to when we went to my gran's house. The other object in the box was Matt's dog tags. He would always brag about them and show them off, he said he would get us a pair at one of those WalMart machines, but he never got to it. Lars picked up the tiny black box and placed both items back into its home. He traced his fingers over the edges of the box and laid back down. He turned his back to me and began to sob. I've never seen Lars this emotional before, like ever... I walked over to him and put my hand on his shoulder.
"Come on, kid. You'll pull through this." I patted his shoulder and he started to shiver. I pulled up the blanket, grabbed the box and slowly walked to the door.
Would you let all your friends down?
Is your love in drugs and money?
Did you care enough?
Not before you said
It's not too late
We have waited all our lives
To become something more than nothing
Did you think more of us now?
I said
It's not too late
I'm not that scared
Of it anymore
Oh yeah
That's why
You are the voice of reason
I know the reasons why
We've covered up our treason
Can't seem to find out why
So I'll take all your advice
And I'll check to see if I'm running
'Cause it's not like I can care enough
It's not too late
I'll pinch the mouse trap on this one
I've had the most in on this one
(You'll turn away, you'll turn away)
I'll play my cards out on this hand
I'll separate it while I can
(You'll turn away, you'll turn away, you'll turn away, you'll turn away)
(You are the voice of reason)
(I know the reasons why)
You are the voice of reason
I know the reasons why
We covered up our treason
Can't seem to find out why
(I'm sick and tired of pulling down)
"Twist?" I heard a small peep from his room, I turned my back and looked into his room again.
"Yeah, Lars?" I asked, holding the box in my hand.
"Could you stay with me for a bit, please?" He turned to me and smiled with his tear stained face. I nodded and sat right back down, where my brother needed me to be.