Black Dog - Excerpt II

He walked slowly towards his mother, and he bent down to hand her the pink medicine. When he was giving the medicine to her, she immediately stood up and towered over him. He sweated as she opened her mouth to speak.

“What are you doing in my clean kitchen? Out, out you go!” She screeched. He yelped, placing the medicine on the counter before turning around to flee. The woman had yelled after him, but didn’t bother to follow as his feet carried him upstairs to his shared room with his older, twin brother.

As he entered the room, Cain looked at him dubiously. Abel took a deep breath and stumbled near Cain’s bed, nearly collapsing next to his brother’s feet. Though his face was buried in the fluffy sheets, he could hear his brother scoff and look at him with disdain.

“Honestly, if you’re so scared with dealing with Mother, what’s the point?” Abel shifted his face to look at his brother.

“If I don’t deal with Mother, who will? Surely not you, not our neighbors, nor her friends that come to visit.”

“Those are not her friends.” Cain snapped at him. “They are only fellow cultists looking for a place to reside their base.” He looked away from Abel to continue his reading. The younger of the two shifted his spot from the floor to flop onto the bed. Cain growled, but seem to allowed Abel to curl within himself. A strong sense of sleep was fogging the edges of his eyesight. Yet, his mind didn’t want to follow as he kept staring at his brother, who pretended to not notice his presence.