“Cain, look at this spot. It’s where depression comes to die. You have a desire and need to kill, but I don’t think you like everything that you are. If you did, you wouldn’t have kept me here this long. I’d already be sightless on that slab, just like the countless others you’ve brought here before me.”

I was fuming. I shouldn’t be surprised that he didn’t understand. How did you understand sadness or loneliness when emotions were always on the periphery of your vision?

“You think I’m not happy?”

“I think you’re looking for something more than what you are. Maybe you were happy or as close to happy as you get, but now you’ve changed, and part of you has shifted.”

The door banged open, and I screamed and jumped at the sudden gunshot-like noise.

“Hello, brother,” Cain said, not bothering to look to see who it was.

I didn’t think it was possible to be terrified of someone more than Cain, but that wasn’t true. There was something severely unstable about Abel. You could tell the difference between them instantly. There was no guessing for me. He looked like a bird on crack as he waltzed in, his shirt hanging open and flapping as he moved into the space.

“Ye ha! I got ourselves a pair of southern girls to have a root ‘en toot ‘en bloody good time with,” Abel said as he swung his arm over his head like a lasso and thrust his hips.

My eyes went back and forth between Cain and Abel, and I wondered why the fuck anyone would tempt the fates by calling their kids those names was beyond me, but I was sure that wherever their parents were, they were kicking themselves in the ass or rolling around in their graves

“I’m busy here, brother,” Cain said, his eyes never leaving my face.

“Aw, come on, man! It’s been days since you played with me.” Abel stopped, his face scrunching up in thought. “I don’t mean play with me as in playing with my cock. I mean with other people…oh fuck it, you know what I mean. You have to come and see. They are a pair of the biggest titty girls I’ve ever seen.” He paused and looked off into space like he was thinking exactly about what he wanted to do, making me swallow hard.