Hello all. It's been awhile. Happy October. I've had bad writers block but wanted to finish the story! It's a work in process, it's slow going but it's going to happen! I figured to keep going on with this story. Not sure how long it will be but more chapters to come!

JOE

I felt poking on my face.

"Wakey, wakey" a voice called out, the poking continued, "Joe!" The same voice cried my name. I struggled to open my eyes and get the poking to stop. My eyelids felt like they were glued together. Finally, I got my eyes to open and my stomach dropped. My twin was staring at me in the face.

"How are you feeling Joe?" Tom asked gently, coming closer to me. I was surprised by his tone. Where was I? I looked around and I was in a small room, with a nightstand, a little dresser and a bed. I was laying on the bed. I looked down to find my wrist bound to each side of the bed. My non broken leg was also bound.

"Tom" I croaked, my throat was very dry, "Where am I?" I asked slowly, not daring to look him in the eyes quite yet.

"You're in your bedroom, Joe. We're at our house."

"What..? This isn't my.. my bedroom" I gasped.

"Here, have some water" Tom brought a glass of water with a straw to my mouth and I took a long drink.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked him, after he put the glass back on the nightstand.

"What do you mean? I'm your brother and I'm taking care of you in our home. You've been sick" Tom patted my head softly. It sent chills down my back but I couldn't move.

"Let me go, Tom." I said with a clear voice, trying to hold in all the emotions I was feeling.

"Let you go where? We belong together, you and I. We're blood. We're twins and we're meant to be together." Tom was still touching my head, now stroking it. I tried to move my head away, but any head movement gave me a whiff of pain. I still had a concussion after all. Tom was terrifying me with this talk of family. He was acting like I wasn't being held here against my will or he hadn't been torturing me days previously.

"We may be twins, but we will never be brothers" I spat out, hatred in my voice. Tom bent down to my level and was an inch away from my face.

"I wouldn't talk that way, if I were you." Tom said with a voice that gave me another chill, he grabbed my chin tightly, "You're mine, Joe" My twin looked me in the eyes and slapped my face, hard. He got up and went to the door, "I'll be back in a little bit, let you think about your words." Tom opened the door to my prison and went out, locking it behind him. As if I would be able to escape in my position.

I was scared, maybe more scared than I had ever been in my life. I had no idea what Tom's plan was but I knew that it wouldn't end well for me.

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