Dinner was uneventful. My parents talked to Mr. Hock about when Dylan would be starting school. The usual, boring adult stuff.
Me and Dylan just sat in awkward silence not talking at all. Every now and then my mom or dad would ask me a question about school or something. All i would say was, "Its fine." then go back to ignoring everyone.
I caught Dylan staring at me about three times. Each time i would see him staring he would quickly look away. He didn't eat barely any of his food and looked on the edge of tears everytime my parents asked him a question.
I felt bad for the kid he must have gone through alot.
"Um....ma'am" Dylan said in a quiet voice. It was the first time i had heard him talk and it surprised me a little. His voice wasn't deep but i wouldn't call it high either. It was.........sweet. I liked it. He had a nice voice and could probably sing well.
"Oh please call me mom. I won't bite." Mom mother smiled sweetly at him as he looked down at his lap.
"Um.....mom?" He asked as if afraid to say the word. "May i be excused? I need to go to the bathroom."
"Oh, yes! Of course you can dear! Its right down the hall on your right." Dylan looked relieved. "Jason show him where it is and wait for him to finish so he doesn't get lost on his way back."
Dylan's eyes opened wide and he looked panicked. He glanced at me with a face that showed fear. I was confused.
Why does he look so scared of me?
I sighed. "Yeah i can take him." I looked at him as i stood up. "Well come on. You have to go, don't you?"
He stood up reluctantly and circled around to my side of the table. I noticed he stayed at least three feet away, not coming any closer.
I shrugged. "This way, come on."
He followed me down the hall towards the bathroom. He stayed as far away from me as possible.
When we reached the bathroom i opened the door and motioned for him to go in he just stared at me with a look of fear.
I sighed again. "Here, look. See? I'm not anywhere near the door. You can go in. I'm not going to do anything to you." I stepped back from the door and leaned against the wall as far away as i could get from the bathroom.
He looked at me. Confusion showed on his face. The he quickly ran into the bathroom shutting the door as if afraid i was going to try to come in. I rolled my eyes as i heard the doorlock click.
What? Does he think I'm going to rape him or something?
I crossed my arms as i leaned on the wall thinking about the boy called Dylan. Why does he look at me like that? I wondered to myself.
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(Dylan's POV)
I ran into the bathroom as fast as i could shutting the door and locking it behind me. I sighed in relief at finally being alone. I hated crowds and even though there were only four other people besides me i wasn't use to being with other people.
I slid down the wall until i was sitting on the floor. Why was i born to such a family? Why didn't I just run away when i had the chance? Why did i stay there?
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Glass shattering.
"Your such a little brat!" My drunk dad yelled as he threw an empty whiskey bottle at me as i hid in the corner.
"Why did i ever want kids!" My mother shouted at me from the kitchen.
I was crying. My dad saw that and began to take off his belt. He came up to me and started beating me with it.
I screamed out in pain but my dad didn't care he just kept swinging the belt hitting me all over. I screamed until my voice was horse, my body went numb and i passed out altogether. Falling into blackness.
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Tears pricked my eyes at the painful memory as i hugged my knees to my chest. Hiding my head in my knees i began to cry. Why?
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(Jason's POV)
He was in there for a long time but i didn't complain. It gave me a chance to think. I didn't know why he always looked so scared of me but i guessed it had something to do with him getting abused.
When he finally did come out he opened the door as if afraid I would pounce on him. I just looked at him then started to walk down the hall back towards the dining room.
I heard him quickly step out of the bathroom and rush to keep up with me. Still staying as far away as he could. I glanced over my shoulder at him. He looked as though he had been crying. His eyes were red and swollen. He was staring at the floor as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen. Not knowing how he had lived up til now i guess it could have been.
We got back to the dining room just as my mom started to clean everything up.
"Oh Jason, Dylan! Your back dears! Great! Jason, you can show Dylan to his room. He's probably really tired from that long flight from Dallas!" She smiled and gave me and Dylan a hug. I noticed Dylan flinch when she hugged him and tried to squirm away looking uncomfortable.
I nodded my head to my mom and turned to face the stairs. "Come on. Your room's this way." I began walking up the stairs and i heard Dylan follow me.
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