Isaac was silent as he traced the markings with his finger. "What do you think?" He regarded his brother for a moment as he stood before him holding his shirt up. He stood up and dusted his knees off. "Well… it's creative." "It's painful." "That too." "How would you know?" "I wouldn't," Isaac raised his eyebrows as Taylor dropped his shirt, "but I'm willing to take your word for it." Taylor bit his lip. "So ah… what, what did he do, exactly?" "I don't know," Taylor shook his head, trying to stop tears forming. "Damn man, you wanna go somewhere? I mean, you're too shaken up," Isaac frowned, grabbing his shoulders. "I want to get out of here." "Then let's go." Isaac led him from their room, told their mother they'd be gone for a while, then took him out to his car. They both got in, and Isaac began to drive aimlessly. "Anywhere you want to go?" he asked as Taylor leant his head against the window. "Anywhere but the church." Isaac glanced at him worriedly. "The church?" "Yeah." Without questioning, Isaac began to avoid it. Thinking of where they could go, he began to drive around the outskirts of Tulsa. "Ah…" he began some time later, "do you wanna pull into one of these park spots, or just keep driving?" "I don't care." Glancing at his brother, Isaac began to pull off the road at the next inlet. Taylor watched the trees fly past as Isaac pulled into a back corner and the car came to a stop. He took the keys out and threw them onto the dashboard, then put his hand to his mouth. He glanced at Taylor. "So… say whatever you have to. Get his out of your system. Let your voice be free," he joked. "It's not that simple Ike," Taylor shook his head, staring ahead. The two sat in an uncomfortable silence for a few minutes. After a moment, Taylor rolled his shirt up again and gulped at the white marks across his stomach. Isaac glanced across but looked away. "To think I'll have these for life," Taylor raised his eyebrows. Isaac scratched his eyebrow in thought. "So is he coming back tonight?" "Apparently." "To do the same thing?" Isaac almost gulped. "Who the heck knows?" Taylor frowned suddenly as he placed his finger near a small spot of a scar, near a large gash. Isaac looked over. "I don't remember this." "He didn't prick you or anything?" "No, he went full throttle." Isaac bit his lip as Taylor looked up worriedly… "Maybe we should have it checked out?"
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