A/N: Thanks everyone for the reviews. Mean a lot!
"Lars", screamed Twister, "I'm going to get you back!"
"Yeah", cried Lars, "Bring it on! I didn't do it anyway!"
"Liar!"
"Yeah I am."
"Boys", cried Mrs. Rodreguiz, "No fighting at the table."
"Yes mom", chorused the two boys.
"So boys what do you have planned for this weekend", asked Mr. Rodreguiz.
"Nothing", said the two.
"Good", said Mr. Rodreguiz, "Cause then you two can help me with the chores."
"I told you to do this jobs", cried Mrs. Rodreguiz.
"Oh come on", pleaded the father, "I don't want to know them myself!"
"Ha", started Twister.
"Ha", finished Lars.
"Oh my goodness", cried Mrs. Rodreguiz, "Who broke the blender!?!!"
Mr. Rodreguiz's eyes bulged. He quickly took out two ten-dollar bills and waved them at his sons.
"We did it", cried the sons. "Got to go, bus!"
"You don't take a bus", called the mother after them.
Ten Hours Later.
Twister and Lars were sitting watching TV together.
"On later news a bus shooting killing two people, a married couple with two children. The attack-"
Twister woke up drenched in sweat from his dream. The dream replayed itself thousands of times in his head. It wasn't scary, it wasn't anything, except painful. The last time he had saw his parents, and then the first and last time he saw his parents on TV. It was real, and he had been running from reality, running and running and now even his dreams he could not escape it.
He woke to find himself being closely monitored by his older brother and Ray.
"Feel better", asked Lars very much concerned.
"Huh", asked Twister so completely out of it.
Lars smiled and took a seat on their bed next to him. He rubbed his brother's back.
"Twister", said Ray, "Obviously this isn't you."
"What are you talking about", asked Twister.
"Twist", said Lars, "How could you forget so quickly that you collapsed from everything, how could you forget that you put three people in the hospital, and how could you forget already that you were ready to kill your best friend?"
"I'm sorry", said Twister to really nobody.
"Twister", said Ray, "You need to get some help."
"What do you mean help", asked Twister, "Lars what's he talking about?"
"Well", said Lars biting his lip, "I'm not really sure if I'm all for this, but if you're going to keep this up, then well I'm not sure if there are any other choices."
"What's going on", demanded Twister.
"See this is what I'm talking about Twister", cried Lars somewhat upset, "Why are you being so violent? I mean this whole attitude thing, you were never like this!"
"Well its not just me", cried Twister defensively, "It's you too! You're all weird now!"
"What", spat Lars.
"I don't know", cried Twister, "Things are too different! And I know I haven't really thought about mom and dad, because it's too upsetting! They're dead! They're not going to come back to make us stop fighting, they're not going to come back to make me eat whatever, they're not going to come through those doors one more time Lars! Do you understand?"
Lars was now looking away for he was crying, "Oh leave me alone Twister!"
"Why", screamed Twister, "You suck at everything too!"
"Huh", cried Lars completely off guard.
"I can't stand you anymore", screamed Twister out of his mind, "The way you steal the covers at night! The way you have your stupid schoolbooks scattered all over the floor when I come in, and you don't even do your homework! Or how about the fact that you have all the clothes folded in our closet! I like the whole un-ironed look! I also like eating in the bed! Why do you get so upset if there are a few crumbs? And I can't stand the fact that you have to have the windows at a certain stupid thing so the light comes in at a stupid angle! And another thing, our room is freezing! Do we have to keep the windows open at night! Want to know something? You think it's freezing too, because if you didn't then you wouldn't steal the covers!"
That was it. Lars exploded and tackled his brother and started pounding him and choking him. Twister responded by fighting back.
Ray went to break up the two but then he stopped himself. He let them fight because he noticed something. The two weren't going to kill each other, and the two weren't trying to hurt each other, and the two weren't trying to see who was better, because they weren't really fighting. It wasn't a brutal match it was just sibling rivalry, like the way they had used to fight, this was the best thing for them; they were finally being themselves with each other.
So Ray left them to each other to go think over a few things. Finally the two ceased their fight and laid on their back staring up at the ceiling. They burst out laughing.
"We're going to make it huh", said Twister.
"You betcha", replied Lars.
It was soon quite evident that the best thing for Twister and Lars to stop putting their lives on hold. So as long as no one found out Ray let the two live in their own home, under Lars' custody. The illegal months passed and finally Lars got legal custody of Twister. Sure whenever they needed something Ray was there for them. And in this process Ray was able to heal from his own loss.
A/N: There will be one more chapter to follow up this one. Please review, and thanks it means a lot!
"Lars", screamed Twister, "I'm going to get you back!"
"Yeah", cried Lars, "Bring it on! I didn't do it anyway!"
"Liar!"
"Yeah I am."
"Boys", cried Mrs. Rodreguiz, "No fighting at the table."
"Yes mom", chorused the two boys.
"So boys what do you have planned for this weekend", asked Mr. Rodreguiz.
"Nothing", said the two.
"Good", said Mr. Rodreguiz, "Cause then you two can help me with the chores."
"I told you to do this jobs", cried Mrs. Rodreguiz.
"Oh come on", pleaded the father, "I don't want to know them myself!"
"Ha", started Twister.
"Ha", finished Lars.
"Oh my goodness", cried Mrs. Rodreguiz, "Who broke the blender!?!!"
Mr. Rodreguiz's eyes bulged. He quickly took out two ten-dollar bills and waved them at his sons.
"We did it", cried the sons. "Got to go, bus!"
"You don't take a bus", called the mother after them.
Ten Hours Later.
Twister and Lars were sitting watching TV together.
"On later news a bus shooting killing two people, a married couple with two children. The attack-"
Twister woke up drenched in sweat from his dream. The dream replayed itself thousands of times in his head. It wasn't scary, it wasn't anything, except painful. The last time he had saw his parents, and then the first and last time he saw his parents on TV. It was real, and he had been running from reality, running and running and now even his dreams he could not escape it.
He woke to find himself being closely monitored by his older brother and Ray.
"Feel better", asked Lars very much concerned.
"Huh", asked Twister so completely out of it.
Lars smiled and took a seat on their bed next to him. He rubbed his brother's back.
"Twister", said Ray, "Obviously this isn't you."
"What are you talking about", asked Twister.
"Twist", said Lars, "How could you forget so quickly that you collapsed from everything, how could you forget that you put three people in the hospital, and how could you forget already that you were ready to kill your best friend?"
"I'm sorry", said Twister to really nobody.
"Twister", said Ray, "You need to get some help."
"What do you mean help", asked Twister, "Lars what's he talking about?"
"Well", said Lars biting his lip, "I'm not really sure if I'm all for this, but if you're going to keep this up, then well I'm not sure if there are any other choices."
"What's going on", demanded Twister.
"See this is what I'm talking about Twister", cried Lars somewhat upset, "Why are you being so violent? I mean this whole attitude thing, you were never like this!"
"Well its not just me", cried Twister defensively, "It's you too! You're all weird now!"
"What", spat Lars.
"I don't know", cried Twister, "Things are too different! And I know I haven't really thought about mom and dad, because it's too upsetting! They're dead! They're not going to come back to make us stop fighting, they're not going to come back to make me eat whatever, they're not going to come through those doors one more time Lars! Do you understand?"
Lars was now looking away for he was crying, "Oh leave me alone Twister!"
"Why", screamed Twister, "You suck at everything too!"
"Huh", cried Lars completely off guard.
"I can't stand you anymore", screamed Twister out of his mind, "The way you steal the covers at night! The way you have your stupid schoolbooks scattered all over the floor when I come in, and you don't even do your homework! Or how about the fact that you have all the clothes folded in our closet! I like the whole un-ironed look! I also like eating in the bed! Why do you get so upset if there are a few crumbs? And I can't stand the fact that you have to have the windows at a certain stupid thing so the light comes in at a stupid angle! And another thing, our room is freezing! Do we have to keep the windows open at night! Want to know something? You think it's freezing too, because if you didn't then you wouldn't steal the covers!"
That was it. Lars exploded and tackled his brother and started pounding him and choking him. Twister responded by fighting back.
Ray went to break up the two but then he stopped himself. He let them fight because he noticed something. The two weren't going to kill each other, and the two weren't trying to hurt each other, and the two weren't trying to see who was better, because they weren't really fighting. It wasn't a brutal match it was just sibling rivalry, like the way they had used to fight, this was the best thing for them; they were finally being themselves with each other.
So Ray left them to each other to go think over a few things. Finally the two ceased their fight and laid on their back staring up at the ceiling. They burst out laughing.
"We're going to make it huh", said Twister.
"You betcha", replied Lars.
It was soon quite evident that the best thing for Twister and Lars to stop putting their lives on hold. So as long as no one found out Ray let the two live in their own home, under Lars' custody. The illegal months passed and finally Lars got legal custody of Twister. Sure whenever they needed something Ray was there for them. And in this process Ray was able to heal from his own loss.
A/N: There will be one more chapter to follow up this one. Please review, and thanks it means a lot!