Chapter 11
So, Antonio ended up at my house after calling me and sobbing about he had to get away from 'them'. Who the fuck is them? I really wish he would tell me what is wrong with him. I guess I shouldn't push though because do I really want to tell him about me? I shudder at the thought, I'm not ready to tell Antonio. But who said I had to? But, I also guess that means who said that Antonio has to tell me his problem? Wow we're both pretty fucked up.. Now that I think about it, didn't I want a friend that was as fucked up as me?
Later on, I go up to my room to check on Antonio. I put him there so he could rest. As I walk in, I saw something that I never thought I would see. His arms. When he sees me come in, he quickly rolls down his sleeves and smiles as if nothing had happened. I guess he didn't realize that I saw his arms.
"Hi Lovi." he said, but I couldn't make myself say anything. His arms.. they were horrible. They looked like the guy from Texas Chainsaw came and cut them up.
"Err, hi" I mumble, still in shock of what I had witnessed. Then, a feeling of sadness washes over me. Antonio.. How could he do that to himself? His perfectly tanned skin. I guess I hadn't noticed that I was still standing in the same place, staring at the floor. Antonio waved his hand in my face.
"Lovi? Lovino?".
"You fucking bastard!" I shout suddenly, making Antonio step back a bit. I don't know why I said that but I was filled with rage. Not directly at him, but the 'them' Antonio was talking about.
"W-What?" Antonio stutters, clearly confused about my sudden outburst.
"Not you, dammit!" I growl, "Your brother!"
Antonio just stares at me with a blank expression, which gets me even more outraged.
"What are you talking about?" Antonio asks, like the oblivious, quite adorable shit he is.
"Its your brother's fucking fault! That bastard, I'm going to beat his ass."
Antonio suddenly widens his eyes in panic, "N-No! Lovi you can't! Don't do anything please. He and my father have friends and I can't have you getting hurt. Just don't do anything. Please.. I-I love you."
With that, a whole new round of tears came but it wasn't from Antonio, but from me.