Taylor was trying to take deep breaths to calm himself down.
"I guess that concludes our first formal night together," he grinned, walking over to the sink to wash the instruments he used.
Taylor gulped, feeling sick. He'd felt sick for the past few hours.
"Ah," came the man's voice, "hear that?"
He grinned as he turned around.
Taylor squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hear whatever he was talking about. His eyes shot open and widened. It was the clock… at his house.
"See you tonight, Taylor," the man grinned, as it chimed three.
And Taylor shot up in bed.
Immediately, he turned onto his side, fell from the bed, and began to throw up onto the floor.
"TAY?! TAYLOR?!" Isaac exclaimed, rushing to get out from underneath his sheets and yelling for their parents as he knelt beside him.
"Tay? Tay you ok man? Tay?" he tried, hugging onto him as Taylor caught his breath.
Taylor grabbed his hand and closed his eyes as he tried to regain control.
His parents appeared in the doorway, and their mother turned the light on.
"Taylor?" she yawned, "what, what happened?"
"He was just sick," Isaac replied tiredly, letting go of him and turning onto his back.
"I'll get it cleaned up," their father said softly, leaving the room.
"Get Taylor out of here for a moment," Diana nodded towards the door.
Isaac nodded, and began to help Taylor to his feet. One of their sisters appeared in the doorway.
"Go back to bed Avie," their mother instructed, patting her head.
"What's happening?" she yawned.
"Taylor's feeling sick. Now, go back to bed."
She left the room as the two brothers made it through the doorway, then out into the living room. Isaac helped Taylor onto the sofa, then knelt in front of him.
"Are you ok? Tay?"
Taylor nodded.
"Yeah… yeah I just feel sick," he closed his eyes again, holding his stomach.
"Please tell me this doesn't have anything to do with what you were telling me before."
Taylor looked up startled for a second, then suddenly remembered.
"Uh…" he didn't quite know what to say.
Isaac grabbed him into a hug, and they waited as their parents cleaned the room.
"So, did he come back?" Isaac asked after a while.
"Ah… yeah. Yeah, he um… he did," Taylor stuttered, wiping his face.
"What happened?"
Taylor hesitated for a moment.
"You don't want to know Ike, trust me on that," he looked into his eyes.
"We're done up here, if you boys want to get changed," their father's voice came from the stairs.
Isaac hesitated, then nodded.
"Come on," he put his arm around Taylor's shoulders and led him back to their room, "get changed, we'll have breakfast, and we'll talk."
Taylor nodded as they entered their room and Isaac searched for some clothes. He grabbed a shirt and some pants for both of them, threw Taylor's to him, and began to get undressed.
Taylor began to take his nightshirt off, when something caught his eye in the mirror. Practically ripping it over his shoulders, he stared at himself in the mirror. Slowly, he began to trace his fingers over the scars on his stomach.
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