"After you left that day, I was wandering around when I felt someone's presence close by. It got me on guard as I heard footsteps slowly approaching. I knew it wasn't you, but I was not prepared to see who it really was... It was Two, my brother. At first, I didn't recognize him and I attacked, but he was prepared and seemed to anticipate my every move so I switched up tactics which caught him off guard. I managed to knock him down but as he fell he pulled me down with him and pinned me. I squirmed in his hold before finally holding still long enough to look into his eyes and everything seemed to click.
After staying in the forest for so long, I had long forgotten who I was and what I was running from. I just knew I couldn't leave the forest, but I couldn't pinpoint a reason. I was like a wild animal actually.
Anyway-I looked into his eyes and everything clicked, I remembered everything and he let go of me. I hugged and he hugged back saying something, But I wasn't listening, I wanted to tell him I missed him and ask him what happened, but I didn't get a chance as I felt a sting on my neck and everything turned black.
He basically kidnapped me or saved me however you choose to see it. I can't give you any details but he had me treated and I had to go to a psychologist, speech therapist, and behavior specialist until I learned how to talk and behave again.
He still hasn't told me how he got away from our father, and I stopped asking... he was the one who gave me the name Dean. I- I am actually going somewhere and I am not sure I'll return. I- I just wanted to come here and see you. But when I got here, I found out what happened to your family and I didn't want to overwhelm you, so I stayed away. I mean- I did try talking to you, but you were closed off, and you didn't recognize me...but my time is running out. That's why I invited you to the party as a last-ditch effort for us to talk...I'm sorry I lied...I just missed you." he said looking remorseful.
"I know we didn't really know each other for long, but... I never forget about you D... your smile, your voice...your eyes held me through a lot," he said as he leaned over. Our faces were now only a few inches apart, and our eyes never turned or blinked from each others. Rudy red stared into sapphire blue.
I felt a warning in the back of my mind. That we were too close and that I would not be able to finish this if I started-that I should do something to end whatever was about to happen. As demanding as these thoughts were, I ignored them. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I wanted to... experience it. I calmed myself and closed my eyes. Whatever happens, I want no regrets.
Nothing happened...
Maybe Dean noticed what was happening and he pulled back, with an embarrassed blush on his face.
"S-sorry," he said, avoiding eye contact.
I felt just as embarrassed, what was I even thinking? I didn't dare respond.
We talked a while longer, I told him about my life and how I came to live with Dave and David... I hadn't openly talked about them to anyone, not that I had anyone to talk with. I didn't even bring them up with Uncle Duncan. Reminiscing about them was bittersweet, and as I kept taking my anger at what had happened it sparked once more. The unfairness of it all.
I felt saddened and suggested that we leave, and after I checked the time I could only imagine Uncle Duncan's reaction. Thinking of my uncle I realised that I had broken most of his rules. I hadn't called him once, the whole night, and I was about to let Dean kiss me and even the thing about his hands not being on me for more than 10 seconds... Our hug was definitely more than 10 seconds. I sighed, knowing I would have to explain some things to my uncle and I would have to lie about the party.
As Dean drove me home, we continued talking. He told me more about his brother, that he was "A really cool guy", and that he was into business, Dean didn't really specify but for some reason, he kept telling me that he was not really into the whole thing but his brother was his only family, and he didn't really have anything else going for him, so he helped his brother out with his plans a lot. I could understand him. If I wasn't out for revenge I would never imagine leaving Uncle Duncan behind.
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Speaking of him, we were closing in on me and I started thinking of a story. I was just going to tell him that the party was super fun and that we were late because…traffic
We closed in on my house, I could already imagine uncle Duncan's reaction. After dropping me off, the dean actually offered to go in with me and explain, but I refused. I couldn't imagine that going well. At least Dean would end up with a broken nose and at worst, I would have a dead body in my house. But I was really touched by what he offered. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I entered the house. Uncle Duncan was stealing on the couch facing the entrance, waiting for me.
Looking into his eyes, I could see he was angry, and rightfully so. He had trusted him and I broke almost every rule he gave, granted he didn't know that and I wasn't going to tell him as this was him being angry at one thing… that I was late I didn't want to imagine his reaction if he ever found out the rest. As I looked at his angry face I saw something else in his eyes. Disappointment… and that was what got me. He was disappointed… no he was disappointed in me.
"Welcome home D," he said and I could tell he was trying not to lash out at me… I wouldn't blame him if he did. I had misused his trust.
I took a deep breath, all the while thinking of what to say… I could tell him the story I cooked up on my way here. I could argue that it wasn't a big deal. I could do a lot of things because I knew he would forgive me either way. But that was the problem. In everything I do, every mistake I make there is ready to forgive and comfort me… but now I felt like I was abusing that fact. I didn't want to lie- but I could tell the truth- wait... Why couldn't I tell him what really happened? Why was I trying to keep it from him in the first place?
This was Uncle Duncan, my family, my home, the one I told basically everything. Why was I trying to hide such an important detail from him…
"... I'm sorry," I said, shocking myself. That wasn't what I wanted to say. It just came out. But was that a bad thing… I mean- I was sorry after all… but I really wanted to explain myself.
I looked at him and opened my mouth to say more but I immediately shut it after seeing his face. The anger and disappointment that had previously been hatched on his face were - nowhere to be found. Now he was just looking at me with a loving expression as if I hadn't disappointed him so…
I didn't know what to say, apparently, I didn't have to say anything as Uncle Duncan just smiled at me. "Go to bed, it's late…" he said as he rose to go to his room for the night, but not before patting me on the head and saying "I hope you had a good time"
After he left I just stood there for a while, before slowly heading to my room feeling sick with guilt. 'He deserved better' was the last thought on my mind before I fell asleep.