Extra long chapter! :) Also I have a few more announcements, first, I am going to update next Thursday because I'm going on vacation next Friday and will be on a plane all day. 

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Fear rushed through Craig as he reached the last stair, seeing Evan slump over, a pool of blood forming around him. The glass crunched as his body hit it, and that noise kicked him into gear.

"Evan!" He shouted fearfully, practically ripping his backpack off his shoulders and sprinting to the restroom to find bandage, succeeding within a few panicked filled minutes.

He rushed back out and crouched next to his brother, grabbing his arm and starting to pull out the large glass pieces.

"You're gonna be fine, you're gonna be fine. This is all my fault, all my fault." He repeated phrases along those lines repeatedly, wrapping Evan's arm in bandages and picking him up to make sure he had no other cuts.

"Come on, Ev, wake up, please. I'm sorry." He cleared a small space of glass and laid Evan back down, he needed to get rid of all the glass otherwise Evan could get hurt more in transport.

He heard a sound, it was coming from Evan's room, Craig recognized it as Evan's ringtone. Someone was calling him, and he had a sinking feeling it was Jonathan.

Ignoring it, Craig first took the broken mirror downstairs, then grabbed a broom and dustpan, heading back up once more. He swept up the glass, and continued to sweep after he had thrown it out to make sure there were no other shards left. After that was done, he grabbed a rag to clean up the blood, which was already starting to dry.

"Shit, why am I such an asshole?" He crossly asked himself as he finished the last bit of cleaning up.

He stared at his brother's body after he had put everything away, what should he do? He knew the right thing to do was put him in his bed, but Craig knew Evan would want to kill him more if he was in his room without permission.

Eventually, and maybe a bit stupidly, he decided on bring out an air mattress from one of the storage rooms and lying Evan on it. Yes, taking Evan to his room would have been better, but Craig was already in major trouble with Evan, he didn't want to end up in murderous territory.

Craig sat next to the air mattress, his eyes focused on the rise and fall of his best friend's chest. "He's gonna be fine." He kept repeating to himself over and over again. "He's gotta be fine."

The time was 4:35 pm.

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It was five hours later that Evan woke up, Craig had been patiently waiting next to him, his phone forgotten in the pocket of his backpack.

Evan's eyes shot open, and as soon as he saw Craig next to him, he threw a punch straight at his face.

Craig reeled backwards from the force of the punch. "Is that what I get for helping you?" He asked, momentarily forgetting about the morning's argument.

It was then that Evan noticed the bandages wrapping around his forearm, but he ignored them as he shot Craig a death glare. "You deserved it." He snarled.

"Okay, yeah, I did deserve that, but you could have bled to death if I didn't help you! How many stupid things do you have to do to realize that you need me?" Craig shot back at him, feeling the skin under his nose for any traces of blood, there was none, his nose was not broken. He didn't even notice that he had once again said the wrong thing.

"Oh, so you want to get back to the topic of stupidity, huh? Well, it's kind of stupid for you to bitch to me about the fucking rules when you go and break one this morning!" Evan sat up, being careful of his arm, which still stung.

"Don't you dare turn this on me, Ev. We're not talking abo-"

"Oh really? We're not talking about you? Let me guess, it's my fault isn't it? 'Evan's a dumbass who can't do anything right!' That's what this is, isn't it?  It's just another excuse for you to play the fucking victim, right? You're not always as innocent as you think, Mini." Evan growled, teasingly using Craig's nickname, like Chilled did.

"What are you trying to say?"

"That it's always about you, that you're responsible and I'm not, that I can't follow orders. That everything has to be how you want it to be, you make the rules. I don't need your fucking permission, Craig! We're the same age, you can't make me do shit!" Evan was standing by now, creating gestures with his hands as he spoke.

"I am trying to get this mission done right, Ev! And all you want to do is mess around like we're still at home! Here's a reality check, Evan, this isn't Hell. You can't just do whatever you want, okay?"

"I know that, but that still doesn't give you the right to act all high and mighty. You're not the fucking king, Craig."

"At least my parents taught me how to be somewhat responsible, unlike yours." Craig hissed, taking a step towards Evan.

"Of course you bring that up again, after all, rules only matter if you make them up, right? I have no say in anything, so go ahead, say anything you want to, Craig. Let it out, I dare you." They were inches away from each other.

"You think you know better than me, think you know how everything works, but you don't, Evan. You're just jealous because my parents love me, because they're alive, because they know how to properly raise a kid! Well, they tried with you, Ev, they tried so hard. But you were adamant on disobeying, on doing whatever the hell you wanted. So you got the lip ring, you got the earrings, you shut yourself out like the moody and pathetic teenager you are!"

Evan took a step back, surprised by Craig's words. Did he really think all that about him?

"You're lucky, Craig. You know that? You're lucky. And stupid. You think my life is just so easy, that everything is within my grasp, well you're wrong. You don't know what it's like to be me, what it's like to wake up every morning and walk downstairs and see your best friend with his parents, who gush over him like some little angel. If I'm lucky, I get a good morning, but other than that? I get nothing, okay? My entire life, I've been living in your fucking shadow. 'Oh Evan! Craig wants to go to a party, you're going with him!' Know how many times I've heard that? Hundreds, no matter how many times I stress how much I hate parties. It's always been about you, Craig. And when we got here, I thought that for once, maybe I would get some of the spotlight, too. But, that doesn't happen to people like me, because I live with you.

"So yeah, I got the damn lip ring, your parents got mad, but did they do something about it? No, they didn't. If you had done it, they would've killed you, because you're just so fucking perfect Craig! You're popular, I'm not, you're social, I'm not, you get invited to parties, I don't. You don't know me, Craig. So don't pretend to."  Evan hissed, getting right in Craig's face as he finished speaking.

After a few deafening moments of silence, Evan turned around and stalked over to his room, and emerged a few minutes later with a backpack. He walked towards the stairs, and as he went down Craig called out.

"W-where are you going?" He shouted, hoping his voice sounded more confident then he was.

Evan looked over his shoulder, a cold glare in his eye. "Don't pretend to care, because I'm not buying what you're selling."

Craig needed Evan to stay, he needed him to stay in the house so he didn't hurt his arm more. He wanted to talk, he wanted to apologize, he didn't want his brother to leave this time.

"This is just like you!" He called down the stairs, rushing to the banister.

Evan turned once more. "What is?" Craig could've swore he had heard his friend's voice crack.

Craig swallowed, scared about what he was about to say, wondering if he actually could. "Running away from your problems."

Tears built up in the corners of Evan's eyes, blurring the edges of his vision. "I'm an orphan, Craig. My problems run away from me."

The time was 11:03, and Craig was haunted by the door slamming shut.