THINNER
by
Antigone
Chapter 39
The Chapters
Frank sighed, rolled over, reached for his brother, found the bed beside
him empty. Startled, he sat up, looking through the darkness for some
sign of Joe: nothing.
“Joe?” Frank called to the empty room. He shot out of bed, hard
pounding, and checked the bathroom, his room, the hallway, then sprinted
down the stairs, two at a time, ignoring the obvious risk in the
darkness. He flicked the lights on in the dining room—nothing—and the
living room—still nothing—and then, finally, the kitchen, where he
froze: the cupboards were open and empty. He raced to the fridge: the
same. Freezer. Almost bare.
Raced to the bathroom, finding the empty Ipecac. Felt tears burn behind
his eyelids.
“JOE!” he shouted to the house, terrified of finding his brother
dead in his own blood filled vomit as he raced toward the family room.
The younger Hardy was balled on the couch, clutching a pillow and
sobbing hysterically.
“Joe,” Frank sank to his knees beside him, the tears finally
claiming him, the strain and fear and grief catching up and crashing
down. “I was barely asleep an hour…”
“Oh Frank,” Joe sobbed, leaning forward to clutch his brother around
the neck. “I ate it all. And I threw it all up.”
“Christ Joe…”
But the words finally came, the words Frank had struggled to pull from
his brother’s lips, the words he and his parents and the doctors and
his friends had ached to hear.
“I need help.”
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