My Best Friend

Author Sfhlaadmoew

Chapter 11

I stood leaning on the table, looking at my brothers sitting on the other side of me. Raphael was in the middle of Donatello and Michelangelo, watching me back with eyes that seemed to burn with something so strong it sent a little shudder down my arms.

"Can someone please tell me what is going on?" I looked over at my gadget loving brother. "Donnie?"

He looked down and began to open his mouth, but before he could get anything out Mikey chimed in, "I want waffles!!" he got to his feet only to be pulled back down by his brother, whos eyes never left me.

Sighing I gave up for the moment. After everyone's had something to eat theyll be willing to talk, maybe. "Ill make them." I looked back at Donnie and smiled slightly, "youll just have to cook on my next day.'' A small smile crept upon the brown green lips.

The room was quite and I could still feel Rapheals eyes on my back watching me as I pulled down the instant waffle mix and a bowl. Quickly reading the back of the box I began to mix the batter, trying not to think of anything but what I was doing at the moment.

Opening the cabinet over my head I reached for the waffle iron. My fingers touched the hot mettle, hot? I jerked my hand back with a yelp and stared at the waffle iron, the cord still wrapped around it from the last time it was used.

Someone grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the sink, thrusting my hand under the cool water. "Raphael Im fine." I said trying to pull away from his hard grip. "Raphael!" he wouldnt let go.

"No." he muttered as he just watched the water poor over my hand, his grip tighten.

"Youre hurting me." I lowered my voice so the other two wouldnt hear. Still he would not let go. Finally I had to twist my arm up and around to break free of my brothers strong hold.

He turned his eyes to me, those eyes full of obsession and…and something else, something hidden. "Do you see now?"

"See what Raph?"

He growled and went to take a hold of me again, I jumped back. "What is wrong with you? Whats going on here!?" I demanded. I was sick; sick of being left in the dark about what was happing to my brothers and to why everyday one of them seemed to be hurt. Hurt...only Raph and Donnie have gotten hurt since we came back, Mikey and I...

"Darn it Leo!" Raphaels voice broke my thoughts. He was still standing by the sink, but I had moved back, my body tense ready for one of our scuffles. My red wearing brother turned and stormed out of the room.

Raphael…

Mikey jumped up and padded up behind me. "Can I help?" as he asked he placed both hands on my shoulder and laid his chin on top of them and stared at me with those big blue eyes.

Smiling I nodded. Michelangelo jumped and quickly went over to the batter and started sturring it as I turned to check on our brown green brother who was staring at the table top, lost in thought. Shaking my head I turned and reached for the waffle iron again. This time I lightly tapped it before pulling it from its resting place. Odd, it was cool, like it should have been the first time I had reached for it. I looked at the little mechanical device that promised Mikey many days of fluffy grilled delights. Maybe it had just been a shock of electricity that got me and I just thought it was hot. I made sure to look it over before plugging it in, handling it with the utmost care. If I got shocked again Donnie would have something else to add to his list of things to fix.

Raphael had came back to eat with the rest of us then left followed by Donatello leaving Mikey and me to clean up. Mikey seemed to be having more fun than he normally did when washing dishes. He was splashing around in the water and pulling out hand fulls of soup bobbles and blowing them at me.

I laughed and played along with him, glad that someone seemed to have gotten somewhat back to normal, but something wasnt right with him…something, I still couldnt tell.

"Leo…" Mikeys voice whispered in my ear, his chest pressing against my arm. When did he get so close? "Leo.."

"Yes Mikey?" I looked over at him. The younger boy smiled at me then laid his head on my shoulder, wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You wont go away like the others, will you?" as he asked his embrace got tighter. "Dont go away Leo…please." Was he crying?

Putting my free arm around his shoulders I whispered "I wont go away, I promise." What did he mean go away? And why did he think Raph and Donnie had gone away?

We stood like that for sometime, Mikey shaking every now and then with a small sob. Slowly he pulled away and looked up at me, his mask wet. "Promise?" I nodded and he slowly turned and left.

Closing my eyes I took a deep breath, trying to clam myself after todays events. Maybe we should go back to where it all started we might be able to get some answers, better yet maybe all of this will stop…just maybe…

Finishing the dishes and putting everything back to where it belonged I headed for the living room to check on my brothers. Raphael and Mikey were sitting on the couch playing a board game and Donnie was on the lazy boy with his laptop sitting on his lap.

Raphael was the first to look up, his eyes growing darker as he looked at me. What now? I thought as he got up and stormed over to me, his strong hand wrapping around my arm. This time I didnt fight back I just let him pull me into the bathroom.

"Look Leo." His deep voice growled as he flicked on the light.

My eyes widened as I looked at myself in the mirror, my shoulder was covered with blood that had just started to slowly move down my arm. How could I not notice it? How?

To be continued….