Taylor had done it again. He felt as if he was inside someone elses body. Someone else was doing this, not him. He wasn't really doing this to Isaac. Tay couldn't control his body. Nothing worked right. He couldn't get himself to stop. Taylor had thrown his brother across the couch, and he had slammed him against the wall. But that was as far as HE himself had gone. Now it was just someone else doing the rest. He didn't understand why he couldn't stop. He watched as his Kicker's connected with his older brother's face. Not being able to stop any of it. Now someone was holding him gruffly by the arms. His arms were being held behind his back and he was being dragged away from Isaac. He could now take control of himself again. He saw a couple men run up and pick up his brother, then they took him away. I hope he's okay, I hope I didn't kill him... please don't let me have killed him, please. Don't let him die. The hands behind his back tightened then slowly let go. Taylor turned around to see who it was that had been holding him. It was another guy. Where are all these people from? "I... please..." He stuttered, not really knowing what he was going to say. He wanted to explain that he hadn't really meant to do that to his brother. But he didn't know how. The man was looking at him like he was a murderer or something. The gaze penetrated deep into his soul, as if Tay really was a murderer. "But... I... I didn't..." He couldn't figure out what he was going to say. What was he supposed to say? He didn't know how to explain. Taylor watched the man as he stared hard at him. Cringing a little at his look. It was so harsh and mean. He couldn't stand being there as the man looked at him like that, with that cruel look. So he slowly made his way to the couch and sat down. He felt so horrible. Sick, because of what he had just done. Tay stared across the room at the wall opposite him. The time when he had thought life couldn't get any worse, it had. This had happened. He wanted to see his brother, he wanted to see if he was okay. But he knew better than to go look for him. For his brother's sake he kept sitting down. Gently a small tear fell from his eye, down his cheek. Angrily he wiped it off. Now he really hates me. He'll never ever talk to me now. The whole family's gonna hate me. He wished he could just dissapear from the face of the earth, never to be seen again. Never to cause anyone anymore hurt. Never to feel anymore pain. Not to cause anymore trouble. He heard someone put the key put in the lock. The rest of the family was home. This was when they were going to yell at him and tell him how horrible of a person he was. That he should've stayed away, away from home. He shouldn't've ever come back. Taylor waited for his parents to come in, too sick with himself and his behavior to move. "Baby, what's wrong?" It was his mother, she was talking to someone in the kitchen. He guessed it was Zac she was talking to. He guessed Zac must be pretty shaken up by seeing him do what he had done. But so was Taylor. "Oh God who's blood is this??? What happened?? Taylor? What happened?" It was his father, he was just behind Tay, looking at the carpet where Isaac had layed. A sinking feeling came into Taylor's stomach. "Taylor? What happened?" He asked again as he came and stood in front of his son. Taylor continued to stare past his dad. He didn't speak, he couldn't, his throat had closed up. "Taylor, answer me son, are you okay? What happened here?" "Dad... I... I..." Taylor stuttered, not taking his eyes off the wall. Noone had noticed the man standing in the corner. The same man who had dragged Taylor off of his brother. Now he came up to Walker and pulled him aside to talk to him. Tay knew the man would tell his father what happened.
Zac was in the kitchen frantically trying to tell his mother what his older brother had done. Tears welled up in his eyes and he was talking as fast he could, but not on purpose. He couldn't help but talk that fast, he was shook up and frightened. "Shhh.. Zac it's alright, Calm down, start over, try and talk a little slower this time." Diana told her son. Zac took a few deep breaths and let them out slowly then started over, talking slower this time. His mother's eyes widening with every word Zachary spoke.
The man had finished explaining to Walker as far as he knew what had happened. Taylor's father came over to him. Taylor didn't avert his eyes, didn't move, not as much as a twitch or a blink. Now standing back infront of him Walker looked his son over. Trying to figure out what happened and what would make him do such a thing. After a few minutes Walker said in a stern voice "We'd better go to the hospital, we'll be back later. Don't leave this house. Understand me?" Taylor could only nod. He moved his eyes to watch the man and his father leave the room. He heard his mother's voice then everyone went out of the house and he heard the van pull out of the drive. An hour passed, Taylor sat in the same position. What Isaac was doing to me wasn't as bad as what I did to him. He didn't deserve that. Taylor thought to himself, he knew it was him that had hurt his older brother. But he couldn't stop himself doing it. He had tried. He had wanted to stop, but couldn't. Finally he got up, only because he didn't want to still be sitting there when his parents came home. He walked around the couch. There were little puddles of blood all over the floor. His brother's blood, that he had caused. He turned away quickly and ran up the stairs back to the sanctuary and safety of his room.
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