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Chuckie awoke in his bed. His head was sore and pounding and his muscles throbbed in agony. He tried to recall what had happened and how he got here, but all he could remember were Phil and Lil fighting. He threw the blankets off of himself and stared into the blackness that surrounded him. 'What time is it?' he thought to himself. Chuckie got up from his bed and made his way towards the door. He opened it to find the hallway deserted.
He silently began walking out into the hallway, attempting to stay as quiet as possible. His parents were probably sleeping and they didn't much like it when he wandered the house at night. He traveled through the hallway to the stairway leading downstairs in the kitchen. Food sounded good about now and he needed to get rid of this nasty taste in his mouth.
The kitchen was also dark with a little illuminating night light that was on the countertop. With his eyes fully adjusted, he made his way around the kitchen with ease. He opened the door to let cold air hit him in the face. "What should I drink?' He saw some bottles of juice next to a case of MGD. His thoughts raced until he finally decided to grab a juice. He closed the door and settled on sitting in the dark until he finished.
There was a noise a few minutes later; tiny footsteps coming from upstairs. Chuckie disregarded them; they were probably all in his head. He thought so till a small, dark figure entered the kitchen swiftly and silently. He couldn't quite make out who or what it was, but it made enough impact on him that he jumped from his seat in a hurry.
"Don't run Chuckie!" the figure whispered angrily. Chuckie recognized the voice. It was Tommy's little brother, Dill.
"What are you doing here?" Chuckie whispered back, returning to his seat at the table. Dill followed suit and sat next to him.
"My brother and you. I know all about it." the little boy said. "I know how he treats you. I know that you are gay. I always have known. Everyone agrees."
"I'm not gay Dill!" Chuckie snapped back. "Me and your brother just have issues. We are just friends and that's all!"
Dill didn't believe a word that Chuckie was saying. He placed his head in his hands in frustration. 'How can I make him realize what he is?' Dill had no answer. He just stared back at Chuckie unsure of what to say to him.
"Do you remember what happened to days ago?" Dill finally questioned.
"Yeah" he replied uneasily. 'Damn, I can't remember anything! Two days ago! I thought it was only the night before…'
"You are a liar and you know it." Dill began sadly. "You have been unconscious for that long after he bloodied your face."
"And? What did my parents have to say?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. Tommy played it off that you fell on the concrete really hard. End result for unconsciousness."
"It happened in the bathroom at your house! How can that be?!" Chuckie began crying a little. He couldn't help but feel used again. Again he had the same mistake and paid for it in pain. When was Tommy going to let go of him? When?
"Look, if it would do anything to you, I believe you over him. So do the guys." Dill said plainly. "I got to go, kay? I will speak with you tomorrow." Dill got from his chair and slightly kissed Chuckie on the cheek before going. He left just as silently as he had come, but this time he made someone happy.