Bound By Love
Secrets
Andy
I never seen an attempted murder before but let me just say its scary. Tom was breaking down and we had only been at this hospital for twenty minutes. I scanned the whole lobby area and marked out all the exits and shit.
"Andrew? Oh my god, are you okay?"
"I'm fine mom. I was the one who found him."
"Tom, did he say anything?" His mother asked. He just shook his head and sobbed.
"He was barely alive when we found him."
"Okay, it's going to be okay." She cooed.
"Where were you boys going this time of night?"
"Movies, mom. Ashley, Tom and I were going to go see that new Spider-Man movie and that's when I saw some guy running from the alleyway."
"You didn't tell me you were leaving?"
"No offense mom, but I could've had a seizure right in front of you and you wouldn't have noticed."
"Don't make jokes like that!" She scolded.
"Right, sorry." I sighed and looked away from her.
"It's good you're here though. I can schedule a doctor's appointment. Excuse me." She walked away and I sighed. I sigh a lot don't I. But who the fuck cares. I just don't have much to get excited about. My life is melancholic. My mom worked her ass off to take care of me because the sperm donor that made me was being a total ass. I never met the fucker but if I did, I'd kick his ass.
"Kaulitz, Bill? People here for Kaulitz, Bill." His mom and brother went to the reception desk and I just sat on the waiting room bench running my fingers through my dark hair.
"Well, we missed our fucking party." Ashley randomly mused.
"Ash, I used to miss everything. So missing one party doesn't kill me."
"But it's not a party unless Ashley Purdy is there."
"So what is it then?"
"A gathering of people with music." I laughed and he soon followed.
"You're ridiculous, Ashley."
"Yeah, well I can't help it." I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. He avoided my gaze but I still saw it.
"How's Mirta?" He sighed.
"Her surgery was a big flop. They couldn't locate the blood clot so they want to try again. But until then my baby sister is in a fucking coma. It's been eight months, you'd think those fucking geniuses would be able to fix her."
"I remember when I said something like that." I mumbled.
"What?"
"N-nothing."
"Andy, you tell me everything. You can't keep secrets from me." Ashley demanded.
"This one is a little too personal. I'd rather not relive it so I can describe it."
"Okay. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
"Thanks Ash."
Bill
Everything hurts and breathing in artificial air doesn't help either. Wait, why would I be breathing in artificial air?! I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. White walls, white ceiling, white bed sheets? I must've been in either heaven or a hospital. I looked down further and saw an IV. Hospital. I groaned and tried to move. Dad can't find me here. He'll definitely kill me.
"Now now, don't you move." A doctor or nurse held me in place.
"I have to go."
"No you don't. You're safe here. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you."
"You're hurting me." She loosened her grip on my arm and smiled.
"Why am I here?"
"You were stabbed. Right there on Piston Way. Lucky for you three boys, one of them was your brother, found you."
"That's nice. Give them a hero basket for their deed." I said nonchalantly.
"That's cute. Now stay put while I get your doctor." She ran off and I just waited to leave this place. I slowly and painfully sat up. I pulled the blankets off and got out of the bed. I was about to pull out the IV when the doctor walked in.
"Why is he out of bed?"
"I told you to stay put." She scolded. She forcefully put me back into the bed and sucked her teeth.
"Right. So your family is here and we'll be bringing them in shortly. Just let me run a quick assessment." He started flashing lights in my eyes and checking machines and looking at papers that I couldn't see.
"These bruises they predate the attack. How'd that happen?"
"I fell...off my skateboard." I lied. He looked at me skeptically.
"You've got a thin frame for a skateboarder. Most of them are toned and slim. Not to mention this bruise is an actual handprint on your side."
"I told you I fell. Why don't you believe me?"
"Because the bruises don't match up with what you're saying. Had you truly fallen the marks would not look like this."
"Well, I did. So stop asking." He sighed and scribbled something on the paper.
"I'll go get your family."
Tom
Okay, they call us back here and then we have to wait some more. These places are not efficient at all.
"Mrs. Kaulitz and is this your son?"
"Yes, how is he?" My mom asked.
"A four inch stab wound that thankfully didn't puncture any arteries. He lost a lot of blood but he'll recover. My only concern is the bruises on his body. They don't constitute with this incident. They are much older. When I questioned him, he claims he fell on his skateboard. But these photos we took of his body show a different story." He showed us different angles of bruises that printed my brother's pale skin. There were large black and blue marks on him. My mother gasped in horror and cupped her mouth in her hands.
"What in the world?! How could that have happened on a skateboard?!" I blurted out.
"Well maybe you can talk to him?"
"I'll try." I went into the room and he was lying in the sheets with this lost look on his face.
"Hey!"
"Oh hello, Tom. How are you?"
"How am I? How are you? You were the one who was mugged in an alleyway."
"Yeah well I was the one who went out late to go to the park. Dad told me to stay. I should've listened."
"Bill, how'd you get those bruises?"
"I fell...didn't the doctors tell you."
"Really, so falling put handprints on you?"
"I guess so. Can we stop talking about this?"
"No. This is serious. Is dad hurting you?"
"Tom, I don't want to talk about this. That's not because I'm trying to deny it but I'm tired and I want to sleep." He closed his eyes and feigned sleep. I knew Bill and he didn't go to sleep. He drifted off before falling into a deep sleep. But I decided not to push it. I wonder what he's hiding?
I never seen an attempted murder before but let me just say its scary. Tom was breaking down and we had only been at this hospital for twenty minutes. I scanned the whole lobby area and marked out all the exits and shit.
"Andrew? Oh my god, are you okay?"
"I'm fine mom. I was the one who found him."
"Tom, did he say anything?" His mother asked. He just shook his head and sobbed.
"He was barely alive when we found him."
"Okay, it's going to be okay." She cooed.
"Where were you boys going this time of night?"
"Movies, mom. Ashley, Tom and I were going to go see that new Spider-Man movie and that's when I saw some guy running from the alleyway."
"You didn't tell me you were leaving?"
"No offense mom, but I could've had a seizure right in front of you and you wouldn't have noticed."
"Don't make jokes like that!" She scolded.
"Right, sorry." I sighed and looked away from her.
"It's good you're here though. I can schedule a doctor's appointment. Excuse me." She walked away and I sighed. I sigh a lot don't I. But who the fuck cares. I just don't have much to get excited about. My life is melancholic. My mom worked her ass off to take care of me because the sperm donor that made me was being a total ass. I never met the fucker but if I did, I'd kick his ass.
"Kaulitz, Bill? People here for Kaulitz, Bill." His mom and brother went to the reception desk and I just sat on the waiting room bench running my fingers through my dark hair.
"Well, we missed our fucking party." Ashley randomly mused.
"Ash, I used to miss everything. So missing one party doesn't kill me."
"But it's not a party unless Ashley Purdy is there."
"So what is it then?"
"A gathering of people with music." I laughed and he soon followed.
"You're ridiculous, Ashley."
"Yeah, well I can't help it." I saw a hint of sadness in his eyes. He avoided my gaze but I still saw it.
"How's Mirta?" He sighed.
"Her surgery was a big flop. They couldn't locate the blood clot so they want to try again. But until then my baby sister is in a fucking coma. It's been eight months, you'd think those fucking geniuses would be able to fix her."
"I remember when I said something like that." I mumbled.
"What?"
"N-nothing."
"Andy, you tell me everything. You can't keep secrets from me." Ashley demanded.
"This one is a little too personal. I'd rather not relive it so I can describe it."
"Okay. Just know that I'm here for you, no matter what."
"Thanks Ash."
Bill
Everything hurts and breathing in artificial air doesn't help either. Wait, why would I be breathing in artificial air?! I slowly opened my eyes and looked around. White walls, white ceiling, white bed sheets? I must've been in either heaven or a hospital. I looked down further and saw an IV. Hospital. I groaned and tried to move. Dad can't find me here. He'll definitely kill me.
"Now now, don't you move." A doctor or nurse held me in place.
"I have to go."
"No you don't. You're safe here. Nothing and no one is going to hurt you."
"You're hurting me." She loosened her grip on my arm and smiled.
"Why am I here?"
"You were stabbed. Right there on Piston Way. Lucky for you three boys, one of them was your brother, found you."
"That's nice. Give them a hero basket for their deed." I said nonchalantly.
"That's cute. Now stay put while I get your doctor." She ran off and I just waited to leave this place. I slowly and painfully sat up. I pulled the blankets off and got out of the bed. I was about to pull out the IV when the doctor walked in.
"Why is he out of bed?"
"I told you to stay put." She scolded. She forcefully put me back into the bed and sucked her teeth.
"Right. So your family is here and we'll be bringing them in shortly. Just let me run a quick assessment." He started flashing lights in my eyes and checking machines and looking at papers that I couldn't see.
"These bruises they predate the attack. How'd that happen?"
"I fell...off my skateboard." I lied. He looked at me skeptically.
"You've got a thin frame for a skateboarder. Most of them are toned and slim. Not to mention this bruise is an actual handprint on your side."
"I told you I fell. Why don't you believe me?"
"Because the bruises don't match up with what you're saying. Had you truly fallen the marks would not look like this."
"Well, I did. So stop asking." He sighed and scribbled something on the paper.
"I'll go get your family."
Tom
Okay, they call us back here and then we have to wait some more. These places are not efficient at all.
"Mrs. Kaulitz and is this your son?"
"Yes, how is he?" My mom asked.
"A four inch stab wound that thankfully didn't puncture any arteries. He lost a lot of blood but he'll recover. My only concern is the bruises on his body. They don't constitute with this incident. They are much older. When I questioned him, he claims he fell on his skateboard. But these photos we took of his body show a different story." He showed us different angles of bruises that printed my brother's pale skin. There were large black and blue marks on him. My mother gasped in horror and cupped her mouth in her hands.
"What in the world?! How could that have happened on a skateboard?!" I blurted out.
"Well maybe you can talk to him?"
"I'll try." I went into the room and he was lying in the sheets with this lost look on his face.
"Hey!"
"Oh hello, Tom. How are you?"
"How am I? How are you? You were the one who was mugged in an alleyway."
"Yeah well I was the one who went out late to go to the park. Dad told me to stay. I should've listened."
"Bill, how'd you get those bruises?"
"I fell...didn't the doctors tell you."
"Really, so falling put handprints on you?"
"I guess so. Can we stop talking about this?"
"No. This is serious. Is dad hurting you?"
"Tom, I don't want to talk about this. That's not because I'm trying to deny it but I'm tired and I want to sleep." He closed his eyes and feigned sleep. I knew Bill and he didn't go to sleep. He drifted off before falling into a deep sleep. But I decided not to push it. I wonder what he's hiding?
@Purdy's_little_lady_outlaw there's a sequel called Fond Memories
5/6/14