life without love

Chapter Four : The Brother

On the 1st November 2010 something fateful would happen to an innocent little boy. It was two weeks before the twins' birthday and they were exploring the mysterious woods that had appeared to have changed overnight. Rodger and Richard were playing at the lake, a screeching sound engulfed the peace...

Three weeks before the twins' birthday Richard and their mother had a massive dispute , ending up with Richard being told to 'kill himself' after being slapped around the face. Without hesitation he responded "I may as well with a mother like you,the only reason I actually stick around is to look after Rodger as you're a shit mum!" As he said the final words in that sentence the mother swung for his gut. Richard clasped his hands onto his stomach as he slowly flopped to the floor. Not a second had passed. The mother booted him in the face. Blood trickling everywhere. Crying on the inside (as he was petrified of what may happen if he had shown his mother how he really felt). Richard just lays there clasping the hands onto his stomach tighter. The mother expressed no remorse and snarled "I'm going hunting" as she went out to the shed and grabbed her hunting gear and marched into the woods . As the back door slammed shut Rodger burst out of his room like a firework on the fourth of July to check that his brother was still alive. Richard's nose was crooked but the two boys did not understand what they should do. In a panic they pushed it back to how it should be, thinking it would all be ok. Oh how wrong the young and innocent boys were.

Rodger put Richard's arm around his shoulder and brought him to his feet. Richard started to burst out in tears. But Rodger stood there clueless. He leads Richard to his room. Both slumped on the bed. Richard still has one hand clasped against his stomach and the other on his head. Neither of them knew how to stop the bleeding or pain. But more importantly they knew nobody cared enough to help them. Blood continued to stream down his face , soaking his shirt. Rodger grabbed an old sock off the floor and pressed it against Richard's nose. The excruciating pain became worse. "Here it's all better," Rodger exclaimed innocently. The stream of blood weakened and had almost stopped. When the mother charged in like a bull in a china shop, grabbed him by the side of his head and threw him into the side of their bunk bed. She then shoved Rodger to the floor and strode into the living room for another bottle of wine.

"Why did father do it?"

"Do what" Richard replied

"Abuse mum so much that she now takes it out on us"

"It's not our fault"

"Then why did she do that to you"

"don't worry just stay here"

"But... But I want to stay with you"

"You will be fine"

"But what if she hurts you again"

"She won't just stay here... I promise we will both be fine"

Richard then gave Rodger his favourite teddy bear and crept down to the bathroom. Locked himself in there and devised a plan to get revenge on his callous mother. The plan was to get tablets and slip them into her bottle of wine. However, as he took the plan into action his drunk mother caught him doing it and forced him to swallow the mixture himself. This had made him extremely nauseous and he was throwing his guts up due to the mixture. Richard only wanted her to experience the pain and suffering that she loaded onto them.

The mother believed that he attempted to kill her, grabbed him by the neck of his ripped t-shirt, and threw him out of the window into the back garden. Rodgerr heard a shattering sound and then a screaming sound. He recognised it. It was Richards! Confused on what he should do , he remembered that just half an hour ago Richard told him to stay put. But he couldn't bear the thought of his brother being in danger so rushed out of his room and down the stairs. The mother stood around the corner. Waiting to pounce once more...