My Brother won't let me be. (protective sibling)

The day they died

It's midnight and I hear my brother yelling. I get out of my bed and slide onto the cold floorboards. The night screams outside, while only the dark shadows live in my room.

I slowly walk with my doll in hand, and my blanket in the other.

I make it to the staircase. I slowly climb down then and I make it to the bottom. I hear my parents and my older brother arguing.

My brother and I are a full 24 years apart.

I walk into the living room and something is thrown in my direction. I flinch and stumble back, falling on my butt.

I look around to find the source and I see my dad and mom.

Then my brother. He's always been nice and sweet to me. So it's rare to see him like this.

"Bubba.." I ask softly as I get up and go to walk over to him.

My dad, who's obviously drunk, grabs my shoulder to stop me.

"Go back to your ro-" my dad goes to yell at me. But my ears are covered.

It's bubba. His hands cover my ears so I can't hear my dad yelling.

My bubba gently tugs me and brings me in his arms. He smiles as he releases my head and holds me with his hands.

"When I say go, I want you to go to my room.." he says. "It's a game!"

my eyes widen and I feel excited. I love games. He sets me on my feet. "Ready, set... Go!" He says as I sprint off to the staircase and up to his bedroom without a second thought.

I hear music and I love this song.

My brother doesn't live here with us, but my mom said if he were to visit. This is where he'd sleep. In his old room.

I clean it for him because I hate things being dirty. I'm a germaphobe.

After yells and screams and random crashes go away. I slowly fall asleep.

The next morning I hear sirens and I get up. I go downstairs and I see my brother crying. But it's fake.

Anyone who knows him like I do, could tell his crying is fake.

I walk up to him. Confused why paramedics and police officers are here.

My brother is talking to a police officer and I walk up.

"We were arguing and then my dad threw something at my mom. I ducked so I didn't see what he threw.." my brother says.

"Bubba, what's going on?" I ask innocently.

He picks me up and hugs me.

"Nothing.. shh.." he says as he rubs my back.

After a while, my uncle tried to sue my brother because my brother got everything In the will, I got my mom's stuff while my brother had gotten my dad's and grandad stuff. Making my brother a trillionaire.

I watch as my brother sits at the small desk in a corner while his lawyers and attorneys sit at a tidy desk off to the side.

My brother says a pledge and gives his testimony and other things. My uncle is convinced my brother killed my parents.

-If only I knew back then.. then maybe I would be free now.-