Scream

one month later

I awoke to screaming. Well, screaming is a harsh word for it. I would rather say I awoke to yelling. One voice was the older guys and the other was the man of come to know and love as Brantley. I tried to listen but nothing seemed to some through these wall's but muffled screams. I prayed that Brantley would be okay. That he would be alright to come and are me another day. Suddenly , I realized that I should stop praying because at that exact moment the door flew open and Brantley but the ground with a this and a muttered yelp came from his mouth. He stood up ready to fight and then waited, watched, as the older man came walking down the stairs. They began throwing punches and Brantley was losing. I screamed for them to stop. But they didn't hear me. They must've heard me. I cried when I saw the old man get off from Brantley and he didn't get up. Brantley just laid there. The old man came towards me and then he pinned me against the wall. Eyes of anger scorching my very soul. He stared for the longest time and then he spoke.
" did you and him ever do anything?" his words were very angry. I just shook my head. I shook it no. But he became more angry and screamed at me as he hit his fist against the wall.
"DID YOU AND BRANTLEY HAVE SEX?!" I began to cry and suddenly Brantley , who no-one had noticed had gotten up, jumped on top of the old guy and they began to wrestle again. I sobbed into my hands. Only the shot of a gun made me look up. I hit the wall behind me when I went down. I stared at the sight in front of me. Brantley held a gun in his hands ,the old man on the floor bleeding out. For a moment I was overjoyed and then Brantley looked at me with a look of never seen before. It was full of anger and hatred and it was coming right for me. Right before he got to me I felt a pound inside my stomach and I put my hand on my stomach. Suddenly I felt it again and again.
Brantley stopped and stared at me in awe.
"Don't tell me...." he waved the gun a little.
"Brant.....I think I'm pregnant....and it's gotta be yours..." I thought he would he happy. All the nights we spent together. All the times he told me I was so beautiful. But he began to freak out. I'd never seen him like this. He cursed at God and then strngely walked over to the old man. He pulled something out of his pocket and when he turned to me I noticed it to be a knife. A knife. What was he going to do with that? He came over to me and backed me against the wall.
"You know who that man was? Of course you don't!!! That man is my father!!!! I killed my father because I asked him to let you go and he flipped out!!! Because of you he's gone!! Because you had to come home!!!!!!.why didn't you just stay away??!!! Or stay home and die like the rest of you're family!!!!! " I cried. I cried hard and he didn't seem to be even close to being done. He turned around and held the knife to his head and talked to himself then he came back over. He seemed a little calmer, at least I thought.
" I know exactly what to do. I'll do what my father wanted to do in the first place. " he smiled and I gulped down some fear. He looked me in the eyes and then kissed me. A long and hard kiss. Then he pulled away.
"I love you. " he said these words and kissed me again. Suddenly in the most of all The love and confusion I felt a sharp pain in my stomach and I screamed out in pain. A loud, ear shattering scream rang out as he backed away a little and twisted the knife around. Blood ran down my legs and soon filled my hands as I tried to stop the bleeding. He pulled the knife out and stepped into the darkness. I kept screaming. Asking him and God why. I didn't know which one I was more disappointed in. But I watched into the darkness. Soon he stepped into the light and the last thing I seen was the look in his eyes as my life slipped away. Because in his eyes........was not love, regret, or fear.... But happiness.....happiness that could only be described as freedom....we were both free...