Bruises and Honey Bees

BROTHERS TOGETHER

(Mituna: I=1 E=3 A=4 S=5 T=7 O=0)

Knowing I'm in a safer place gives me enough security to for once in a blue moon peacefully sleep more than an hour. I get woken up slowly by a nurse and I sit up still kinda drowsey, she tells me that I'm free to go and that I only suffered a heavy cunccution, severe brusies on my skin and ribs.

She also told me I should spend some time in bed before going out anywhere. Last thing she told me was my dad is waiting down stairs. I wobble down stairs and ask dad to carry me to the carry as a joke but of course he acually does it.

Not to help he carried me to it like a drowsy kid. well one part of that statement was true. being put in the passenger seat was a relief it smelled nice smell like right after it rains. He buckles me in and I lean the seat way back relaxing. This was so much more comfortable than the Hospital bed

"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"How long was I out?"
"About three hours"
"Wow... What going to happen to-"
"("YC") is going to be sent to court, I called the police on my way over you shouldn't be in any danger now"
"Oh..."

My dad leans over to me reaching his arm around me and side hugs me. that's the moment when I realize I was crying, I couldn't help it all seemed unbelievable.  Its like a bad dream, that  just yesterday we were happy and everything was completely fine. it felt like we were actually a couple, partners. then in a flash we turned into a blurry bloody mess of a angry relationship...

Getting my mind off the topic i start to watch the road. Only remembering slight things in the town like the park, grochery store, and a few other places. After watching a few green, red, and yellow lights we finally get to the two Storie house I used to love.

Pulling myself out of the car stumbbling, I go to walk inside when I see my dad walk towards the trunk. my dad packed my two back packs, probably filled with all my belongings. I always made it my goal to never keep anything I didn't need, one bag for clothes, one bad for electronics.

"thank2 dad iit really mean2 a lot" I rub the stress sleepiness and head ache out of my eyes then the back of my neck. "no problem you really should have called sooner tunas been really missing you" right, Mituna is my older brother that never really grew up, hes more like a younger brother to me.

he is nice to talk too once you get past his lisp or at least what I remember of it. It might be gone by now. "huh..." We walk into the old house, the wood floors are still creaky. Right as I step though the front hall way into the living room mituna runs out of a room and hugs me. "50LLUX!!!"

I wince in pain and he lossens his grip "wh47'5 wr0ng? 4r3 y0u hur7?" "Ya Ii am but iI'm fine now" "4r3 y0u 5ur3? 1 h34rd 0nly 50m3 0f wh47 h4pp3n3d!" "Ya iim 2ure iit'2 fiine now" "0k! g00d!" He smiles and for some reason it makes me smile back.

I'm glad he remembers me it's been 13 years since we've seen each other last. i was only 5 at the time. Mituna was 10 so he's not that much older. Only about 5 years, the funny thing is we both have the same brithday 2/2, February 2nd. In fact I'm pretty sure hes sent my birhtday cards too.

"2o how have you been tuna?" I smile weakly, I can tell I look as crap as I feel. it's expectable after getting knocked out by your newly jail rid ex boyfriend "1'v3 b33n r4d! But y0u d0n'7 l00k 50 g00d" told Ya even a blind person could tell I feel like shit.

"well alots happen to him tuna" dad steps in answering for me knowing I must be exhausted "now the both of you head off to bed and get some sleep it's 2:00 in the morning tuna will show you your room sollux" dad smiles and mituna takes my hand leading me into the bed room there was a bunk bed, TV, desk, and a Nintendo 64 wow old... But nice...

"1 kn0w d4d t0ld m3 t0 t4k3 y0u t0 y0ur r00m bu7 y0ur 0ld r00m 15n7 r34dy y37 50 50 wh1ch bunk y0u w4n7?" I shrug "fiine wiith eiither I gue22" "w3'll th3n l375 5l33p t0g37h3r! Y0u'll b3 54f3 fr0m 4ny h4rm 7h47 w4y!" "Alriight tuna" he seems so happy so joyful the way he says he'll protect me it's like the old days. When we would go to the park and this kid would pick on me for being a low blood.

I didn't think I could sleep by myself anyway. After all that just happened I don't think I'll be able to sleep at all. Paranoia is expected, though I really don't know what to expect here on out I guess I'll face it one day at a time.