Winter's Wrath (Tobias' side) DRAFT
Just a draft ive been working on, even though i havent wrote in a while...again. i need to get into the habit of working on things. As always constructive criticism is appreciated and thank you so much for reading.
With a snarl and given a dirty look I've never seen before, my brother ran out the house and out on the street, slamming the door shut. My paw reached out to thin air before retracting, balling up to a fist as I let my arm drop. I speed walk to my room, grab my pillow of my bed and scream into it, letting out my frustration and sorrow. He was right. I had no business to control who he can and can't see. Yet I was doing the complete opposite. I screamed a good 5 minutes before I was out of breath and my pillow was wet with tears and saliva. I slumped onto my bed and stare into my black ceiling, little light barely illuminated the room. I get up slowly and examine the room. Random clothes skewered on the floor, small desktop computer to the corner and a dark blue dresser with an oddly shaped lamp on top with my cell phone next to it. The lamp I adore since I love weird things, it was a gift from my mother. I sigh. I do miss my folks; they would have known what to do. My brother doesn't know it but they both know that I fancy guys and they were fully accepting me. If they knew he was too, my mom would have been the one to comfort him while I would hold back my over protective dad from ripping that guy who did the deed to shreds. My thoughts stop and focus on one particular tiger. Bastion. If that bastard didn't do what he did and over reacted, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't have gotten his heart broken at such an early age and wouldn't have lost his best friend. I get off my bed and grab my cell. I go into my contacts and over my digit over Kris' number. I want to call him and get him to come back, but I know better. History has a way of repeating itself. I put the cell phone away and leave to the kitchen. I pour myself some milk in a glass and grab a banana from the fruit basket and eat away. "There isn't much I can do. Ah well...at least he isn't going through depression." I say to myself as I finish my small snack. I start thinking of ways to
help my brother. I get up and pace back and forth throughout the house but nothing come to mind. Anything I think of involves money and I already spent a ton on him, I personally don't mind but I rather not spoil the little guy. Any other ideas were just plain bad and were immediately thrown out. I end up in the living room and plop down on the couch. "What do I do...this is more complicated than Pre-cal. And then there's college." I flail slightly and lay down. Then, it hits me. What if all of this was because of a misunderstanding. Maybe bastion isn't the bad guy here. I should try to talk to him and get his side of the story, maybe I can fix this! With this in mind I set out to find him. I quickly change clothes and make sure I don't look intimidating. Sure I'm on the track team but I work out to keep my stamina up. I also adjust my glasses; see if I have my keys and cell on my person, and I put on my jacket. Once i'm all ready I take a deep breath and leave out the door.The air is cold; the sun is still setting and no sign of my brother at all. I sigh and walk down the stairs, closing the gate behind myself. I stare off straight ahead to bastion's house. 'Maybe he's not home.' I thought to myself, yet I know that's just the anxiety talking. I breathe deeply again and start my walk across the street. The soft crunch of the snow that was left on the ground was all I heard as I got closer to the house. I must have been real nervous or I wouldn't have arrived to the porch and the door so quickly, it almost felt like I ran more than anything. I stared at the door for what seemed like forever; knowing me I would have ran away. I have to do this though, for my brother; I knock on the door.There was no response for the first knock but I waited a short while before doing it again. This time I heard a shout coming from inside."Coming! Just give me a moment."I hear the hard thumps of someone walking down the stairs. The door opens and my sights see the tiger that made my brother the way he is now. Somehow were the same height but he's wearing shoes with thick sole so I know I'm taller than him. The moment he
sees me he tries to close the door quickly but I block the door from closing."Wait stop! I just want to talk." I grunt while he tries to push the door."No! If this is about your brother then I have nothing to say!" Bastion grunts back."And why not? Do you even know that today is his birthday? The day of all days to avoid him, that and Christmas?" I shove the door hard making him stumble back. "Seriously! What is the matter with you?"Bastion gets up and stares at me with a cold glare. "Your brother is crazy. He needs help. What he said was totally out of line and he's not himself, don't you see that?"I don't bother to enter but I keep talking; trying my best to suppress a loud growl."You've been avoiding my brother all throughout winter vacation. All because he confessed something to someone who he thought he could trust. Obviously that isn't the case, with the way you're acting its extremely childish. Maybe he fell in love with you for all the wrong reasons. I mean, you left him in the god dang cold that night. He didn't get back till a long while later." I feel my eyes start to water but I continue."He told me what you've done and quite frankly it makes me furious, I thought that talking to you will help at least see what you're doing is wrong. Maybe that was a mistake. My brother is perfectly fine, normal and healthy. He doesn't need help, what he's feeling is natural and I don't give a damn what anyone thinks!"Bastion finally interjects. "No! He's sick! It's unnatural and wrong! What he is feeling is a lie. Until he's better we are not friends
anymore."I growl loudly. People like him make me sick to the bone. My paws ball up into fists. I start to bark out my words."NO! You're the one that is sick! Judging someone by their sexuality is beyond horrible. You don't deserve to be his friend if you are going to be that way. He's still the same pup we know! That won't change. But know this!" I point at him and make a motion that looks like someone cutting something with my other paw. "Get close to him at all when school comes back, whether you see how wrong you are and try to talk to him or even start anything with him, I'll make sure you leave school with something broken! So FUCK OFF you ungrateful piece of trash!"Apparently my words angered him. Next thing I knew I was being tackled from their small porch to the walkway ground. I hit the floor with a hard thump. I grunt as the heavy tiger looms over me and raises his fists at me