Amanda, Whitney and Bill were all seated comfortably, waiting patiently for Laura to return with some news about how Chris was doing. Tom, on the other hand, was not comfortable for he was underneath the three of them. It had been the only way they were able to stop him from pulling his boxers off. He had managed to remove his pants before they attacked him.
"Do you think we should go check on them?" Bill asked.
Amanda glanced down at her watch and frowned. It had been almost an hour since Laura had went in there and she had yet to come out. What was worse, there was absolutely no sounds coming from the room. What if he hurt her or something?
"Whitney and I will go check on them. You two stay here. Tom, don't move," she replied as she stood up.
Amanda and Whitney walked over to the door and glanced at each other. They put their ears to the wooden door in an attempt to hear anything from the other side. Nothing. From what they could tell, the room was absolutely quiet. Whitney placed her hand on the knob and gently turned it before easing the door open just enough for them both to peek inside.
The only light in the room was that shining through the window from the moon. The pale moonlight casted shadows on the walls, making the room look almost eerie. On the bed, they could make out two lumps that were camouflaged by a blanket.
"Come on," Amanda whispered as she grabbed a hold of Whitney's arm, pulling her inside the room.
"What? No. What if that's them underneath there? What if they're...naked?"
Amanda snorted and rolled her eyes. "Just come on. We have to make sure Laura is okay."
Whitney sighed. "Alright."
Walking into the room, they slowly made their way towards the bed. Amanda stretched her arm out and poked one of the lumps on the bed, causing it to move and groan.
"What now?" Whitney asked.
Amanda gave her a sly grin as she took a handful of the blanket. Before Whitney could protest, Amanda jerked the cover away from the bed and tossed it down to the floor, revealing two shivering bodies.
"You were half right about the naked thing," Amanda mumbled as she stared at the sleeping people in front of her.
"Obviously. I wonder if she touched anything..."
"Gah. You're such a pervert," Amanda said as she smacked her friend on the back of the head.
"Ow. That hurt," Whitney groaned as she rubbed her head.
"It was suppose to. We better cover these two back up before one of them wake up."
"Are you serious? You want to just leave Laura in bed with Chris while he's naked? Do you have any idea as to what could result from this?"
"Yes, I'm serious and I am perfectly aware of what could happen between the two."
"Laura could go to jail..."
"Are you implying that she would rape him?" Amanda gasped.
Whitney held her hands up in defense, "Hey, I didn't say that exactly but we both know how much Laura loves Chris."
"Yes, I know this. Now if you don't mind, please help me cover them back up," Amanda said as she picked up one side of the blanket.
After Whitney picked up the other side, they carefully laid the blanket across Chris and Laura, trying their best not to wake them. Once their task was done, they tip-toed out of the bedroom and gently shut the door behind them.
"Everything okay?" Bill asked once they had made it back into the living room.
They both nodded their heads. "Yeah, they're asleep," Whitney replied as her and Amanda sat down on the couch.
"Is Chris still naked?" Tom asked before adding, "More importantly, is Laura naked? If she is, I'll be more than happy to go in there and tend to whatever needs she may have..."
Bill quickly whacked his twin on the back of the head. "You need to learn to keep your thoughts to yourself, Tom. Seriously."
Tom rubbed the back of his head. "With all the blows to the head you've given me, I have forgotten how to keep my thoughts to myself."
"It wasn't me hitting you that caused your retardation, Tom. It was mom trying to drown you when you were born because you were the uglier twin."
Amanda and Whitney watched intently as the two brothers jumped up and got in each other's face, yelling obscenities in both English and German. Of course, if things between the two got bad enough, they would break their little quarrel up but until then, they would use them for their personal entertainment.
"What's all the yelling about?" a very groggy Laura asked from the bedroom doorway as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
The twins stopped their arguing and turned their attention towards Laura. Whitney and Amanda looked at her as well.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" she asked as she felt for a non-existent object on her face.
"No, you don't. We're just surprised to see that you're awake, is all," Whitney replied.
Laura frowned, "How did you know that I was asleep?"
"Well, you were gone for a long time so Amanda and I decided to check on you to see if you were okay..."
"We found you and Chris sleeping together in the bed," Amanda finished.
Laura's cheeks reddened and she dropped her head. "We didn't do anything. It was an accident that we fell asleep."
"It's alright, Laura."
"I'm sure you wanted to do something, right? I mean, it's obvious you like Chris so why not fuck him? Hell, if I was to kidnap some hot girl and I got her into bed naked, I would definitely fuck her," Tom blurted.
The room grew quiet at Tom's remark as everyone stared at him in shock. Everyone except for Laura, that is. She had turned around and ran back into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.
"Whats going on?" Chris asked as he raised up in bed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
Laura ignored him as she snatched her suitcase from the floor and tossed it on the bed. Opening her dresser drawers, she began pulling her clothes out and stuffing them into the suitcase.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"What does it look like?" she snapped.
"Are you going somewhere?"
"Yes. I'm going home."
"So, that means I get to leave?"
Laura sighed. "No, it doesn't. I'm the only one leaving, Chris. No one else."
Chris crawled out of bed and wrapped the blanket around his waist. "Why are you leaving, Laura? I don't understand. Just a few hours ago, this is what you wanted."
"It was, but now it's not so I'm leaving," she said as she continued stuffing her belongings into her suitcase.
"You can't leave, Laura."
"Yes, I can. I have to."
"No, you don't. Don't leave me."
Laura stopped what she was doing and turned around to face Chris. He was staring down at her with a sad look on his face.
"Don't give me that look, Chris. I'm sorry but I just can't handle being here anymore," she said, averting her eyes to her feet.
Chris walked towards her and placed one hand on her shoulder. "Tell me why you feel that way. I'll listen."
Laura let out a long sigh and looked up at him. "Tom reminds me of someone from my past. Someone who wasn't so good to me."
"Okay. Who does he remind you of?"
"My ex-boyfriend, Jim. He used to abuse me a lot. Not physically but mentally."
Chris narrowed his eyebrows and pursed his lips. "Tom reminds you of this fucker? Is Tom being mean to you, Laura? Be honest with me."
"Well, he's not doing it on purpose. You know how Tom is...he kids around a lot."
He didn't say anything. Instead, he swiftly turned around and headed towards the door. Before Laura could say anything to stop him, he had opened the door and was already out it. She quickly followed.
Bill, Tom, Whitney and Amanda all looked up in confusion at the sound of Chris cursing.
"Come here you stupid fucker," Chris yelled as he advanced towards Tom.
Tom quickly moved out of Chris' reach, just as he was about to grab him. "What the hell are you doing?" Tom yelled as he peered at Chris from behind the couch.
"I'm going to teach you a lesson. Thats what I'm doing," Chris snapped as he lunged over the couch, the blanket that covered him sliding down dangerously low.
Before Tom could get away from him, Chris tangled his fingers in his dreadlocks and jerked him backwards. Tom yelped as his back collided with the back of the couch.
"Chris, stop!" Laura screamed just as Chris' fist collided with the side of Tom's face, making a loud crunching noise on contact.
Feeling his brotherly instincts kick in, Bill lunged at Chris in an attempt to free his brother from him. Chris just knocked Bill off of top of him, causing him to fall onto the floor. Tom huddled up in a ball on the floor, trying to deflect as many blows to the head as possible.
Laura rushed to where they were and grabbed a hold of Chris' arm, trying desperately to stop him but he was too strong for her. The glimmer of a red substance caught her eye as she continued to tug. She soon realized that the red substance was in fact coming from Tom's head; he was bleeding.
"Don't just fucking stand there! Help me!" she screamed at her friends who were doing nothing to stop the fight.
Whitney ran over to Laura's side and tried to help her pull Chris off of Tom. The abrupt, loud sound of a gun being fired soon filled their ears and caused all of them to cease their movements, including Chris who had stopped with his fist in mid-air. They all turned their attention to Amanda who was standing a few feet away with her gun pointed at Chris. Tears brimmed her eyes and her body was trembling with anger as she glared at him.
"Don't lay another hand on him or I swear I will fucking kill you," she said in venom-soaked words.
Chris slowly let go of Tom and raised his arms up. "Just put the gun down," he said, gently.
"Move away from him. Now!" she spat.
He quickly did as she said by moving far away from Tom. Whitney and Laura stepped back as she walked forward and kneeled down next to him. Amanda stuck the gun in her back pocket before putting her hands underneath Tom's arms to help him stand up. Bill moved forward to help her, but she glared at him, causing him to step back. Tom struggled to get to his feet but with Amanda's help, he managed to do it. No one said a word as the two hobbled out of the living room and into Amanda's bedroom, shutting the door behind them.
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