JOE
My mind wouldn't shut off. What was Tom's plan for me? Was he going to kill me? Keep me locked up in this room until I was 70? These questions were driving me crazy. I had to stop or I was going to lose my mind. My thoughts went to my family. I missed them already. How long had it been since I seen them? I had already lost track of the time here. I thought of the last conversation I had with my parents. Frank was so mad at them about keeping the huge secret. Me, I wasn't angry. I didn't know what I felt. And Frank, the last time I saw him, he was laying on the floor. Tom shot him, in the shoulder. Where was he now? Was he okay? I didn't even know that.
"Stop Joe." I was talking to myself now, "Stop or you're going to drive yourself crazy." Now, how was I going to get myself out of here. I started shivering with cold and frustration, I looked down and realized for the first time that I was solely wearing my boxers. I might freeze down here too, I'll add that to the list.
I heard a key unlocking my door and in walked Tom.
"Hello dear brother, I have some soup for you" He was holding a small bowl. Tom brought a chair near my bed and sat down, taking a spoon out of his sweater pocket. "Now do I need to feed you or are you going to be good?"
"I'll be good" I replied, realizing how hungry I really was. When was the last time I had eaten? I honestly couldn't remember.
"I'm going to undue one of your arm restraints. If you make any moves, you're going to regret it" Tom looked at me straight in the face.
"How can I do anything? I still have a broken leg" I said sarcastically.
"You managed to escape me once before" He put the bowl and spoon on the nightstand and undid my right arm restraint. I moved my hand around a couple of times. It felt good. "Here is the spoon and I will put the bowl on your lap."
"Okay" I nodded, taking the spoon.
"I didn't know what your favorite kind of soup was so I picked chicken noodle" Tom smiled. I didn't reply and began to eat the soup. I didn't know if he had poisoned it or not, but I was too hungry to care. It didn't last very long, it was a very small bowl. When I was done, Tom took the bowl back. "Since you have been good so far, I'm going to let you use the washroom. I'm going to have to help you" I was surprised, I did not see this coming.
"Th..thank you Tom" I said quietly. He smiled at me again then proceed to undue my other restraints. I lifted myself so I was in a sitting position, legs hanging off the bed. Tom took my hands and helped me into a standing position. I grunted in pain as I made my way over to the bathroom, leg, ribs and head throbbing in protest. The bathroom was only a few feet away from my bed but it felt like a journey. We made it to the door and Tom helped me to the sink.
"I'm going to give you five minutes in here. I'll be right outside." He proceed to leave the washroom and closed the door slightly, there was still a little opening. I turned the water on and splashed some on my face. Seeing myself in the mirror, I looked like a mess. My skin was very pale and I had bags under my eyes. Don't get me started on the state of my hair. I looked around the bathroom to see if there was anything I could potentially use for my escape. A toilet, sink and tub were the sole things on my short list.
"Alright, I'm coming back in" Tom called from the door. It only took a couple of seconds to get me back in bed.
"Tom, do you really have to restrain me? You saw how far I can go and that was with your help" I pleaded with my twin.
"Yes, I do." He said sharply, taking each of my arms and tying them to the bed.
"Wh..what's your plan Tom? What are you going to do to me?" I asked quietly.
"I've already told you that Joesph. I'm going to take care of you. I am your family" Tom looked into my eyes. Did he really believe this? That we were family and I was going to willing stay here.
"Please, let me go. Just drop me off somewheres. I won't tell anyone anything" I begged my crazy twin.
"When are you going to get it in your head, Joesph. You are not going anywheres" He raised his voice and stared at me with a scary look, "You need to stop talking about this. It's making me angry and you wouldn't like me when I'm angry." He slapped me hard in the face.
"I..I'm sorry" I mumbled, my face stinging.
"You need to learn to respect me. I just gave you a nice meal and let you go to the washroom and this is how you continue to act!" He was pacing the little room now, anger all over his face. What had I done?
"I..I'm sorry Tom. You're right, I need to be nicer to you." I tried to reason with my twin. I needed him to keep me alive after all.
"I guess you're forgiven, for now. I don't want any more questions like that though, okay?" Tom came close to me.
"Ye..yes, okay" I stuttered out.
"See, you're slowly learning your place" He smiled a giant smile, "I'll be back brother". My crazy twin left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.