Top Rankings for Devon Blue:
# 1 in Music
# 2 in truelove
# 2 in healing
# 3 in mentalhealth
I used to think us twins could feel each other's pain and that if something ever went wrong we would come to the rescue because that was our job. That'...
I had just got off the bus and headed to the kitchen for a snack. I had finished visiting my one real true friend at the high school. We were just starting summer and started using our pool. I only liked to use the pool with Chase which was becoming a rarity these days as he was always with Ryan.
I had gained weight this summer. I mean it wasn't like my family hadn't noticed but it wasn't too big a deal, well until Ryan made it one. The worse part was Chase never said anything, in fact, he laughed at the jokes Ryan made at my expense.
I was stressed and being bullied was becoming too difficult to handle as Ryan began recruiting his friends which included guys from the football team and girls, as him and Chase were playing the field even at that age. The girls were almost worse than Ryan if you could imagine that.
However, that day I got home and noticed it was just Chase. I raced up to my room to change into my two pieces and went back down to finally get some twin time. I went to the sliding glass door and slipped through checking to make sure it was only us two.
"Hey!" I replied startling him as he was floating on the blow-up raft. He startled and fell in and I buckled over laughing. He glared at me trying to splash me from where he was but could reach. I backed up laughing.
Ryan came out behind a tree shouting over to me "porky the pig what do you think your wearing?"
Instantly embarrassed I tried covering up but it was too late as he came over inspecting me in my suit. Scared to move I stood still. He looked me up and down again taunting "Well you fill out the bottom but the top looks like it's just a waste. You should really consider cutting back on the carbs Devon."
I ran inside and up to my room for the rest of the night sticking my headphones in and writing to get the pain out. I noticed that lately the writing wasn't relieving the pain anymore and that was a problem. I'd have to find another pain reliever and fast as there was no escape and I was feeling trapped in my own hell and there was no escape.
I walked over to him and as I approached he dropped his hands to his side confused as to why I was approaching him. As soon as he moved his hands I slapped him across the face, and in return heard a satisfying echo around the kitchen just as I pulled back. I straightened my posture once again and asked, "Dick head Ryan?"
