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Chapter 15: Bed-wetting fears

(Heath 6, Brax 11)

Heath was still having trouble wetting the bed and it had worsened as his father became more abusive. It was 11:30 pm and Heath woke to find he had again wet his sheets, he started to panic. Last time he had an accident, Danny had threatened to beat him if he done it again. Heath began to cry and looked at his soaked pajamas. He heard his father in the lounge with his mates, drinking and gambling, what made it worse was that Danny was always angrier and abusive when he had been with his mates.

Heath slowly opened his door and crept down the hall towards Brax's room. Brax was lying awake in his bed. He could never sleep when his father had his mates over. Brax looked up when he heard his door creak open, Heath peeked in.

"Heath?" Heath walked in and shut the door. Brax noticed Heath appearing frightened and like he had been crying.

"Heath what happened?" Brax got off his bed and approached Heath.

Heath started to cry again and Brax could see his wet pajamas. Brax put an arm around him, "come here." "I had an accident."

Brax pulled Heath into a hug. "It's alright."

After Brax calmed down Heath he pulled away. "Let's change your clothes." Heath vigorously shook his head, "no…Dad's outside. If he finds out what I did. Brax please." Heath begged.

"I'll be careful. I won't let him hurt you. Stay here I'll go get your clothes."

Brax left and returned shortly with some of Heath's clothes.

"Here" Brax helped Heath get into his clean clothes. "Thanks" Heath mumbled.

Brax rubbed his back comforting him. "Come on." Brax encouraged him towards his bed. "Hop in."

"What if I wet your bed?" "Don't worry."

Heath finally hopped into Brax's bed, Brax soon following suit. Heath snuggled into his older brother.

"Brax, I'm scared." "Hey, don't worry, just try and get some sleep. I'm here okay." Looking towards his brother Heath felt safe and reassured, soon falling asleep.

The next morning the two boys were woken by shouting. Cheryl had found Heath's wet sheets, and burst into the Brax's bedroom, followed by Danny.

"Where's that filthy brat? Look at the mess I have to clean up today! You think I have time for this!" Cheryl yelled.

Danny approached Heath who was clinging onto Brax, cowering behind him.

"What did I tell you last time would happen if you wet your bed again?"

"Dad please, leave him. It was an accident."

"Shut it Darryl, unless you wish to be taught a lesson too!"

Danny grabbed Heath's wrist and pulled him towards him, twisting his wrist. Heath screamed. Brax quickly stood in front, trying to protect Heath.

"Dad please, he's sorry!" "Darryl I warned you!" Danny smacked Brax across the cheek, knocking him to the ground. Danny looked back at Heath, not having the energy to hit him again, he leaned down to him.

"You're not worth the effort, you filthy boy. Darryl fix your brother."

"And hurry up about it, I need you both to get to cleaning around the house." Cheryl added, before both parents left.

Brax approached Heath and placed some ice on his wrist, until the swelling went down. "Ow." "I know bud, it will be sore for a while, but it will be okay soon."

"That's what you always say Brax and it's always the same. Why do Mum and Dad have to be so mean to us all the time? Am I that bad?"

"I don't know why Heath, but what I do know is that it's not because you're bad okay." Brax smiled at his brother and wrapped his arm around him. "Now let's go before Mum has a reason to get mad at us."