I'm Coming Home

"Alexis?” his voice was full of sleep and I immediately felt bad for waking him up.

“To-Tony?” I said trying not to cry. I’ve gone over 2 years without hearing his voice, and it just broke my heart even more.

“Alex what’s wrong?” He rushed now sounding fully awake.

“I uhh I’m in San Diego, and I was wondering if I could stop by for a little bit?” I said as calmly as I could.

“Of course, I’ll leave the door unlocked for you. You remember where it is, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon Tone.” I said and hung up.

Tony is my twin brother and also my best friend. We been together through almost everything from our dad dying to the struggles of high school, and all the heartbreaks that came with it. He was honestly the only person that understood me, and I couldn’t believe that I was finally about to see him, after 2 years of zero communication.

Within 15 minutes I was at my brothers house, and I didn’t waste anytime as I turned off my car and ran inside. I looked around until I spotted a heavily tattooed man standing in the kitchen with their back to me.

“Tony” I said through my tears. He quickly turned around and his face lit up as I ran to hug him, and there we stood crying in each other’s arms.

“I missed you so much.” I said as we pulled apart. I looked up at my brother, noticing how much he had changed over the years. He had many more tattoos, gotten rid of his gauges, and finally cut his hair.

“Alexis” He said running his hand over the bruises on my face, and arms. “What happened to you? Why haven’t I heard from you in over 2 years?”

“It’s a long story.” I said walking over to and sitting on the couch.

“I’ve got a lot of time, sis.” He told me as he sat down.

Maybe I could lie about it all and say I got jumped. No, that wouldn’t work, he’d end up finding out the truth sooner or later.

“You’re going to be so disappointed in me.” I sighed, “But remember about three years ago, when I met Josh and fell head over heels in love with him?” I looked up to see Tony trying to calm himself down, already knowing where the story was going. I'd better give him the shorter, less descriptive story, or he'll threaten to go find Josh and beat the fuck out of him, which I wouldn't mind watching, but a part of me still loved him soooo.....here we go.

“Well long story short, after I moved in with him things were perfect, I was so happy, but then he- he completely changed. He took complete control over me. Wouldn’t let me talk to anybody, wouldn’t let me see anybody, made me do whatever he wanted.” I found myself staring out the window at the sky, as memories began replaying in my mind.

“If I did something wrong, or asked to talk to you, or if he was just mad, he- he would become abusive. Calling me names, hitting me. He was careful enough to make sure I didn’t end up in the hospital, but was sure to leave a mark. Over months, and months of the constant abuse I had developed depression and an eating disorder. I barely ate, but when I did, I always threw it up.” I sighed. “I became so depressed and I just couldn’t handle it anymore. So when he wasn’t home one day, I locked myself in the bathroom, and just started to cut myself over and over again. Each cut getting progressively bigger, until he came home, and he broke the door down and took the blade away from me. He was able to bandage me up in time and I didn’t have to go to the hospital. He was nice for a little bit after that, but then everything went back to the way it was before." I sighed. I don't know why I thought telling him so soon was a good idea, I could have asked to tell him in the morning.

"Up until about a few hours ago he was an absolute horror, but then he started being nice, dancing around with me and even helped make dinner. It was nice, but I was still set on leaving. So when I thought he was asleep I got my bags and made my way towards the bedroom door. I was so close.”

“He had pretended to be asleep to see if I would really leave him. He tried to get me to stay saying he loved me, but then he- he slapped me and I yelled at him telling him that you don’t hurt the ones you love so much that they don’t want to live anymore, and he finally realized all the damage he had done and he let me go.”

After a few minutes of silence Tony looked at me and asked, “How bad is your uhm….eating disorder?”

“I can’t really eat a lot without getting nauseous and throwing up, and it sucks, because I want to get better, and gain my weight back and everything, but every time I eat it ends up the same.” I said a few tears making their way down my face.

“Hey” Tony said wiping away my tears. “We’ll take this challenge day by day, okay?” I nodded.

“Alright, now lets go get your stuff and take it upstairs to your new room, okay?” He said standing up and sliding on his vans.

“Wh-what?” I asked.

“Alex, I can’t risk losing my sister again, plus it gets lonely in this big empty house.” He smiled.

“Thank you so much.” I said hugging him.

So that’s what we did. I ended up with the master bedroom that not only had an en suite bathroom, but also a walk in closet,

I was beyond happy at being reunited with my brother, but it was soon overpowered by the fear of seeing everyone else once again, especially looking like this.


Tony’s POV~

Alexis is my twin sister and even though we look a lot alike, we were like polar opposites. In school she wasn’t afraid to speak her opinion, I was the shy one. It didn’t really take long for her to find her place in high school. She quickly became cheer caption, the star soccer player, and the top of our class. As the months passed on she climbed her way up to becoming the head of the popular squad, where as I was barely noticed, unless I was being beat up by the jocks. I know what you’re thinking, 'but your sister was the head of the group she could have stopped it'. Well I kept it a secret until she caught them one day in the middle of beating the shit out of me. She told them to stop it and if she ever found out that they had laid another finger on me or my friends ever again, she would make them regret it. So for the rest of my time in high school my friends and I never once got beat up again. She was seen as the nicest, most confident girl on campus, and it was true. She never once acted like the other girls in her group, and because of that everyone loved her. But now looking at my sister, I could tell she wasn’t the same. She wasn’t the same girl that was so full of life. She looked defeated and broken, the only time I’ve seen her even a little broken was when our dad died, but now, it’s so much worse.

I just hope when the guys show up tomorrow, or rather today, they won’t ask a lot of questions.

Notes

So it's like 2:50am where I am and I decided to update now because of a very persistent reader named freedom_writer (Loved that movie btw), but like I said it's almost 3 in the morning and I've accepted that I can't leave people hanging and my writing is already shitty so what do I have to lose. Ayyyyye.

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Lawhora