Darn Stupid Brother You Are

(Angel's POV)

Due to our disobedience, the camp enforced stricter rules and subjected us to a five-hour lecture talking about the new rules and regulations and the stricter penalties that come with it. As if that was not enough, they extended our group therapy sessions by two hours and our compulsory daily lectures by one hour.

Everybody threw hateful looks our way as if we were the cause of all these changes.

"If you're caught frolicking around at night, you will be asked to clean the abandoned dorm aka secret room." The counsellor stated, looking our way.

We shamefully bowed our heads as she continued her speech.

"We have also stationed one dorm mother for each hostel to act as a chaperone. An extra bed will be brought to your room for your dorm mothers." She continued.

We all gasped. "I can't believe I will be sharing a room with five people now," Cylan said dramatically.

We all turned to Hande and thanked her for putting us into this misery.

I was too annoyed to sit down with them and went to look for Hendrix instead.

I saw him with his group of friends and sat close to him.

"I can't believe I'm the cause of all of these," I stated, resting my head on his shoulders.

"You were not alone." He responded.

"But I decided to follow so I'm taking full responsibility." I objected.

"You don't always have to take all the responsibility for your actions and inactions as well as others." He stated.

It made me realise that being punished for Hendrix's mistakes when we were littler had shaped me into taking the blame for other people's mistakes too. "Thank you," I told him, sincerely...

"My treatment starts today." He told me, handing me a copy of his treatment timetable.

"You'd have a penile implantation?" I asked him, looking at the timetable in confusion.

"Turns out my dick will be needing help to rise and it won't be a woman's hand or breast doing the job." He joked.

"This is not funny, Hendrix." I scolded him.

"What's not funny? The part where I'd have a middle-aged woman touch my dick or the part where I'll be inserted instead of inserting?" He asked, laughing. "Not funny." I snapped.

"Fine. I've thought about it and I've decided to be focused on my healing journey." He stated.

I raised my head to look at him. He looked so serious I was about to cry.

"You'll be fine in no time," I assured him.

"If you say so." He answered.

"I'll keep this," I told him, I had to be there during all of his treatments and ensure he always showed up for his doctor's appointments too.

The lecture was over and it was time for lunch. I couldn't help but think about Hendrix's treatment plan as I ate.

After lunch, he was supposed to have a counseling session with the doctor concerning his treatment plan and I couldn't wait.

The alarm went off signalling the end of lunch. I quickly went to Hendrix and made sure we arrived at the doctor's office on time.

"You're supposed to be alone for a counseling session. Are you sure you want your girlfriend to be here as well?" The doctor asked as soon as we showed up. "No, no. This is my step-sister and I'm comfortable with her being here." He answered.

The doctor realized his mistake and apologized.

"Well, this is going to be short. I can assure you that ARDS are not too much of a big deal." He started.

"There will be no major surgery done. We just want to make sure your reproductive system is functioning to its optimum." He continued.

"Isn't that what you all say?" Hendrix muttered.

"What?" The doctor asked.

"You keep saying it is not a big deal when we both know that it is a great deal." He stated.

"Young man, I promise we will do everything we can to make sure you leave here in perfect health. We just need you to trust us." He said. Hendrix nodded.

His mood changed as soon as we left the doctor's office.

We saw Ava from a distance and she winked at him but he just walked sluggishly back to his dorm.

It was quite surprising to see Hendrix who was always ready for action not wink back. 'Maybe it was for good.' I thought to myself.

Days passed and the day for the implantation drew nearer. Hendrix's change in behaviour had been constant and I loved it for him.

He had been faithfully eating the diet that was recommended for him and doing more kegel exercises that he was asked to do.

Until recently, he started misbehaving. He didn't want to talk to me, take his drugs, or even attend any doctor's appointments.

I threatened to report to our parents but he didn't budge. The authorities tried to reach my parents multiple times but they were not responding.

I tried to reach out to him one last time before going home to tell my parents about what he had become.

I searched everywhere for him during breakfast and he was nowhere to be found.

His friends said they hadn't seen him all morning.

I was about to give up when I saw him with a girl in the corner of the dining room.

I heaved a sigh of relief and walked towards them.

"What's your greatest wish?" He asked the girl. I decided to wait back and listen to their conversation for a minute.

"To be fucking rich of course." She answered.

"What's yours?" She asked him.

He sighed for a moment.

"I just want everything to be over and done with." He sighed.

"Your treatment?" She asked.

"No. Life." He answered with the most sunken gaze I've ever seen on him.

My jaw dropped.

The next thing I heard was a scream from the girl.

I looked over at Hendrix and he was covered in blood, the same way he was five years ago when he had visited my mum's secret room.

Blood was coming out from his eyes, nose, and even from his dick, so much that it was all over his outfit.

Everybody gathered around him as the medics rushed to the scene.

I stood frozen in shock as I watched him fall to the ground.