THE SCAR THAT NEVER BLED

|"SORRY BROTHER" |

GRABBERS POV:
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Lately I've been worried, worried that I'm gonna get caught and it was just a matter of time till I did.

Max, my younger brother who was down here in Denver from north Carolina was pursuing in a detective career. In the living room he has a whole white board and cork board set up, with the map of the neighborhood and the posters of the missing children in the orders of their kidnappings

I was up late at night, sitting at my office chair, plucking at the hair planted on my eyebrows worried sick he's gonna figure it out,I started to pick up the habit of smoking. I have to make sure he doesn't figure it out...

It was a hour after dinner hour, I was standing outside of the front door after finishing a cigarette. I also started to think about if it was better if Max wasn't here at all

I walked back inside, meeting Max snorting a line of the table,he shook his head rapidly after. He noticed me

"O-oh hey Albert look at this"

"I don't wanna hear it Max"  I said not even acknowledging him and stepping into the kitchen to get a beer from the fridge

"No this time I think I got it"  I hear him say from behind me

My eyes widen "no" I whispered

"Just take a look at this, it will only take a second!"

"Actually Max just before I do that, I forgot I need some help in the garage with something"

He sighed in dissatisfied "fine but I after I want to show you"
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"So what you need help with?"

"I've been hearing this noise in my engine, can you take a look. I remember you taking a auto class in highschool"

"Fine I guess I can" he walks over to the van and pops the hood

When I wasn't in his view anymore. I went behind the van and went to my work bench. I grabbed onto a wrench..

"Everything looks fine Albert"

"You sure?"

He nodded in response having his hands on either side on the car. I walked to him hiding the wrench behind my back

"Hey Max?"

"Yeah?" He turned around

As soon as he turned around I smacked him with the wrench. Blood immediately started to peak out of his head and drip down his forehead

"Albert!, what the fuc-

"I'm sorry brother"

I dragged him to the floor and started to brutally beat him with the wrench until his face became unrecognizable. Blood started to splatter on the side of my face and a bit on the bumper of the Van.

After 9 hits, He was dead, I got back up on my feet and stood at his dented in corpse, his hand and neck twitched but slowly stopped after a few seconds

I looked around the garage to see what I had with me. I took a stool, I looked outside. The street was busy with kids riding on their bikes so I couldn't take him to the house, shit. I turned to the van. I could hide him under there for now.

I grabbed his feet and started to push his dead corpse underneath the van. I wiped some blood from my forehead and then made my way back inside the house. I saw his stuff was still set up in the living room, I couldn't risk the police coming over and see it this without him near. I started to tear it down, ripping up the map,etc

I grabbed a trash bag from the kitchen to stuffed the papers and everything in it. I was about to walk out of the house but then realized I still had the blood on my face.

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I cleaned off the blood on my face. And wiped it with the towel hanging off the door. I turned my head towards the mirror and suddenly saw the word

'why Albert'

It was written on with red liquid, could have been blood. I furrowed my eyebrows at the writing, I recognize the writing. It was Max's. My heart skips beats, I could hear it beating through my ears everything goes numb and ringing starts playing.

Panic runs throughout my body as I open the cabinet I rummish through it to find some pills. With the adrenalin in my stream I just banged the pill bottle over the counter making the pills go everywhere and the cap flung somewhere else. I pick up one of the pills and I attached my mouth to the sink and turned the tap,

The ringing began to stop and the best of my heart came back to normal. As I went to close the cabinet door through the cabinet mirror I saw...Max?

He stood in the shower behind me. He looked like the state he was left in. Blood covering the side of his face. And the top of his clothes.But he was now pale almost blue and looked more skinny then he did. I suddenly smell the sight of a horrible smell, like raw eggs or spoiled milk

"Max?"

I turned around and he was gone. I took a breath, it was just my imagination.

"Don't worry Albert, you're not going insane"  I told myself

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Max never got to show Albert his plan :(