Hit by True Love

Chapter 12

              You remember your dad telling you the story of when your brother left. You never really remembered him because you were five when he left.

                     *Flashback to when your dad told you about when your brother left*

              You were standing at the refrigerator in your kitchen and looking at a picture of you, your dad, your mom and someone else. Your dad walks by and sees you staring at the picture. He walks over to you and says, "Everything okay Sweetheart?"

              "Who's this in the picture Dad?" you ask, pointing at the unknown person in the picture.

              You dad takes a deep breath and says, "Come, let's sit on the couch. And take the picture with you."

              He walks to the living room and sits on the couch. You follow him and sit next to him.

              "Okay, there's no easy way to this but, this person in the photo with you, me, and...your mom...is your...brother, William," your dad says.

              "What?" you ask, confused.

              "Look at picture, so you recognize him," your dad says.

              You look at the picture again and try to think. You try to think and picture a moment when you were playing with your toys when you were younger and you see him, the person in the picture playing with you.

              You look up at your dad and ask, "Where is he?"

              "He's gone," your dad says, with a tear coming down his face.

              "Gone where?" you ask.

              "Before he left, William came downstairs and had a packed trunk in his hand. I then asked him..." you dad starts.

              (Now I'm just going to show you what happened, like your dad is having a flashback, so it's easier to explain.)

                                                                          Your dad's POV:

                                                         *Flashback to when William left*

              I'm sitting on the couch reading a newspaper in the living room, with you playing with your toys in front of me. I hear someone come down the stairs. I look up from my newspaper and look who's coming down the stairs. It's William. When he gets to the door I see that he has a packed trunk in his hand and is dressed in an all black cloak and with a skeleton mask on top of his trunk.

              "Son, where are you going?" I ask.

              He takes his hand off the doorknob and sets his trunk down.

              "I need to leave," William says.

              "Why? And why am I just hearing about you needing to leave now?" I ask.

              "I can't tell you why. It's very important and I must leave now," William says.

              "Are you going anywhere with anyone?" I ask.

              "Yes, I'm going with a few...friends."

              "Where are you going?"

              "I can't tell you that either."

              "Why not?"

              "Because I don't really know."