Your name is Dan Strider again, and you'd just returned home from your after school club. You couldn't see bro anywhere so you figured the coast was clear to head to your room.
You took off your shoes and crept down the hall, past bros door, and into your room. It was dark and quiet in there. or it normally would be. You heard some banging from bros room through the wall. Maybe he was punching a punching bag? You hoped so.
Pulling your homework out of your bag you started on it. It was boring as hell but hey it was a way to pass the time. But no matter how much you tried to concentrate, the occasional bangs got more frequent and you heard a soft cry of pain with every one. You knew it was dave but didn't want to admit it. Dave was your twin brother, and he'd always protected you. You couldn't do much to protect him, so you cleaned him up and stuff after strifes and when he got hurt and such. It was a 'thank you' for those times when bro got scary and he'd stuck up for you. Cleaning him up was the least you could do.
Which brought you back to a week ago, on your birthday. Bro had left the apartment, probably to go to a club or something like that. At first you didn't worry too much about dave, he was strong, but after around half an hour you had started worrying your ass off. Even if he WAS hurt it wouldn't've taken him that long to get up and see you.
Before bro left he and dave were in his room. That in itself had made you suspicious but dave would tell you not to worry. The walls were paper thin, however, and you heard daves strangled yelling.
You'd snuck up to bros bedroom door after he'd left and pressed your ear against the painted wood. Through it you heard broken sobs and occasional yelps of pain that could only have been daves. Thats when you'd gone in and found him. You'd cleaned him up with a damp towel and patched up his cuts again. Being a smart kid, you knew what had happened, but you tried to convince yourself it was just bro haing beat up dave anyway.
You can't remember but somehow you'd managed to get dave to your room.
Sighing, you dropped your pencil and grabbed some headphones. They were broken and second hand but they worked well enough for drowning out sound, which was exactly what you needed. You'd long since given up on doing homework. Thinking back to questionable memories would do that to a person.
In the back of your mind, you knew what was happening in bros room. You knew it but were helpless to stop it. The fact that you couldn't protect dave how you wanted to made you upset, so for the time being you'd pretend none of it was happening. You'd pretend bro was watching a horror movie or a bad porn and concentrate on your music. After it was over, you knew you'd go in and help dave clean up, you'd wipe his forehead with a cool rag and wash away any and all blood, and bandage any wounds he'd gotten. You would convince yourself that it was only that dave had been beat up. It hurt you to practically ignore what was going on, but you could do nothing, so it was better in the long shot to just pretend it was something else and deal with the aftermath.
Today had been a long day.