Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2005 09:52:53 -0500
From: Dylan <dylan49@gmail.com>
Subject: Dylan and Jonny Part 2 Chapter 4 (GMale)

CHAPTER FOUR - GOOD OR BAD?

	That night, as I held my twin in my arms, I kept imagining what
could have happened to Jonny that night. Strangly enough, what I imagined I
knew to be truth, it was that strange bond that we shared, the ones only
twins, brothers, and lovers can share.
	It was so dark, and my head hurt so much, someone had hit me over
the head, someone was touching me.. "stop please" I said suddenly. I was
blindfolded and tied up on a bed or something.  "Ah.. He's awake, now it
will start to get fun." a voice I recognized to be Paul's.  "Jonny?" Matt's
voice asked. "Matt.." I whimpered, scared. I could hear Jonny's voice in my
head, as clear as my own. "Oh god.. please....Dylan... save me.
Dylan... I'm so scared..." I felt a heaviness in my chest, the same
heaviness one always got when we were about to cry. I could hear Jonny's
mind fighting back the tears and emitting a sense of courage. "This is My
school understand?" Paul shouted somewhere from in the room. I wanted to
run but I couldnt, my legs, they were tied up, my arms cuffed to
something. Someone grabbed my chin, "Well aren't you a pretty boy?" a hand
landed on my cheek. I took a deep breath in and in a flash Paul slapped me.
"Bitch" his voice had turned spiteful, evil and hurtful. Jonny's fear was
so strong, his mind kept calling out for me. "Dylan.... Dylan!?" it rang. I
heard Matt grunting and suddenly hearing him say "Leave my shirt alone!" In
an instant Jonny's mind shouted "Oh please.. dont rape me...dont hurt
me... please" I felt two hands on my body, running down my chest and
someone undoing the bonds around my wrists and taking my shirt
off. "Please... stop!" I begged, nothing I said seemed to affect
them. "Dylan.. someone... save me please" Jonny thought. Just as the hands
were working on my pants I heard a phone ring, someone talking, then an
angry Paul saying "Fine, dress him and keep him in there, I'll be back"
Someone carried me as if I were some weak child, and in a sense.... to
them.. I was. They put my shirt back on and threw me on the ground. "Give
him these" Paul's voice said. The person who carried me stuffed two pills
into my mouth. I choked on them as they traveled down my throat. I felt the
room get colder as the few rays of light I could see through my blindfold
dissapeared. "Matt?" I called into the endless void. "Jonny?" Came the
response. My hand shot forth and pressed against his chest. "Are you okay?"
I asked. "Yeah... I think" Matt said. I could tell Jonny really cared for
Matt, and there was something else in his mind that I tried desperately to
avoid, a feeling for Matt, a feeling of ...love. I... or Jonny hugged Matt,
slowly my eyelids grew heavy, my body felt so... tired..... and I fought to
stay awake. It was then that I woke up. It was late at night and Jonny was
still laying beside me, sleeping. My entire body was on the verge of
sweating through my clothes. Luckily I calmed down, and brought down my
heartbeat.
	After some calming down I laid back to sleep, only to have another
dream..... this time it was me and Jonny, I was... a horrible person in
this dream. This dream.... was my dream...  it was horrible. It was me... I
was... grabbing Jonny and throwing him around the room, I threw him onto my
bed, his head hitting the headboard. "Dylan stop!" He begged me, but I
didnt.  I grabbed Jonny and tore off his shirt, and I started jerking him
off. "Dylan" Jonny cried.  "Dylan... I hate you" Jonny said. It was then
that I woke up again. I understood what my mind was telling me. Not being
there for Jonny was just as bad as me raping him. I would change, I promise
I will change, for Jonny.
	In all my thoughts, I didnt notice that Jonny wasnt in the bed. He
was already up and out in the living room, sitting in the window alcove,
with his knees drawn up. When I got closer to him, I heard sniffling, he
was crying. I hugged him and I felt him jump a little before turning to see
me. "Jonny? Are you okay?" I asked. He looked at me with those beautiful
green eyes and I could tell he had been crying for a long
time. "Dylan... Why do they always have to go for me? Why do they always
come for me? I want it to.. end" Jonny sobbed. I felt a sudden weight on my
heart. He was so hurt, and in so much pain. "Jonny... things happen
because..  they make you stronger. They make you.. greater in life" I was
stumbling over my own words.  "Dylan... it hurts... so much...I want it to
end...I want... to end" He cried, his head falling into my chest. "Jonny,
It'll be okay..." I comforted him. I couldn't take looking at him like
this. I went into the kitchen and on the counter I saw something that
caught my eye. It was the perscription that we had found in Paul's room. I
guess Leon had takin it back here. My original plan was to get Jonny some
water to calm him down.. but.. I felt so bad.. I grabbed a cup and poured
some iced tea. "Im so sorry Jonny..." I said to myself as I took two pills
from the container and stirred them into the tea, breaking them apart with
the spoon and watching them dissolve in the liquid. I gave the cup to Jonny
and my trusting twin drank the tea. The medicine was stronger than I
thought it was, immediately Jonny started getting drowsy. "Dylan..  I feel
so tired... I'm going back to bed.." Jonny stood up but soon collapsed into
my arms.  He was out cold. I was a horrible person.... I had just drugged
my very own twin! He was so light, I carried Jonny to my bed and covered
him with a blanket. Just sitting there staring at Jonny gave me time to
think. The entire time.... my mind screamed at me for what I had just done.
The tears in my eyes came with a fury. My tears hit the floor, wetting the
carpet. I ran to my room and I pulled out the box I kept under my
bed. Inside, was a smaller box, this one....  Jonny made for me when he was
six, on the lid, "Best #1 Brother" was carved in. "I dont deserve it" I
said, and I threw the box on the floor, the fragile work of a six year old
broke, the lid broke off the box and the rest of it was in pieces. It hurt
so much...it just hurt...

	I returned to Jonny's side and held his hand. "God... what have I
done? Im so sorry"' I cried into the bedsheets. Once again.. I fell asleep,
this time... my vision was of happyness.  Both Jonny and I were... in a
feild, a clear feild, both of us naked, and free. I saw him running towards
me, his skin shining where the sun rays hit. He hugged me, and I could tell
he was so happy. I kissed him, and in return, he tackled me onto the thick
grass. He snuggled up against me, and it seemed the sky fast forwarded 12
hours into the night. We were star-gazing the grass formed a blanket and a
bed for us, while we looked at the beautiful comets and moons. "I Love you
Dylan..." Jonny whispered.
	This time... when I woke up... my hand had found its way into
Jonny's and they were in an embrace. "I Love you too Jonny" I said to his
sleeping body.

Dylan:

Its funny how we do things we wouldnt normally do for loved ones. But what
if one day, what your loved one wanted... or needed was an end.. and end to
pain... or an end to life. Would you do it? In the end.... does the end
really justify the means?

AUTHOR's NOTE

Sorry if this chapter's weird...ish... I've been busy so I just had to
write a little something for yall. Keep reading!

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