Collide (Hiatus)

Adam |Very Special Boys|

As I look at the girl in front of me, I am losing my mind. Her curly brown hair stopping at her shoulder, complements her hazel eyes as she looks at me smiling.

My father used to tell me stories about girls like this, girls who make you stop dead in your tracks.

I never believed him, until today..

As she shakes my hand, I feel a spark of energy pulse through my body, It's like getting electricuted.

"It won't happen again, although I did know he was down there." I say as I lean against the door frame of my workshop.

She gives me a confused look, raising an eyebrow. However she is still blushing. "Why didn't you go with him? Did you know the rules of the beach?" she says.

"Yes, I'm well aware of the rules of the beach. However I had work to do, I'm sorry that he went too far. Usually he stays in the shallows by our house." I say as I point towards the shallow beach water near our home.

Her smile reappears on her face as she looks over to where I'm pointing. "Oh, Well just make sure you come with him if he ever does go too far, ok?" she says as she starts to leave.

As she turns to leave, it's as if a magnetic force is pulling me with her. Although I choose to ignore this pull, I still am curious to why I feel it.

It's been years since we've actually had anyone other than us at our house that hadn't been kidnapped or forced to be here. It's almost like a special occasion when someone shows up at our house.

"Oh, alright, well thanks for bringing him home.." I say as I wave at her.

For some reason I stay planted in my spot and watch her leave. Her hair blows in the wind as she runs back to the beach.

I turn, closing the door to my workshop before walking through the trees down to the shallow water where my brothers are playing around.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to go down to the beach, Tim ?" I say as I shake my head tapping my foot.

"I just wanted someone to play with." Timothy says softly.

Timothy can swim, in fact he can hold his breath for hours on end. That's one of his strengths, he never needed Kelly's help. He just wanted to lure her here so he would have someone to play with.

Same thing happened last Tuesday.

Timothy and Simon went to the park that day. They saw a little boy in a stroller and they grabbed him right up, before the mother even noticed, they were at the house, playing with the baby in the front yard. Then, the baby started crying and they wanted to return it, but about time they were about to, there were police scattered all the over the beach looking for the little one.

Timothy, using his charm and cuteness to comfort the woman they had just taken the baby from, distracted her while Sam placed the baby safely back into its stroller.

About time the woman had looked up at the sky to take a long breath, Timothy and Simon were gone. But, you should've seen her face when she saw her cute baby boy lying fast asleep in his stroller.

That's how I remember our mom looking at us when we were babies..

She died when we were a lot younger, I was 10 at the time, Simon was about 7, and Timothy was the last baby she ever had lived to conceive. She died after complications with the birth but I had always remembered her as she was.

Beautiful blonde hair that curled at the small of her back, her glasses at the tip of her nose as she would read me stories from an old tattered book.

Simon, has faded memory of her, sometimes it goes in and out or he'll remember her when he looks at a certain trinket she left behind.

I can't help but feel a wave of sadness overcome my smile as I think more about her..

"Timothy, you should've warned me first, I would've been ready! I could've got one of my trinkets from Adam's shop and hypnotized her or something!" Simon says frustratedly as he throws a stick at Timothy, which he dodges without even trying.

"What's hypnotized?" he says as he throws a stick back at simon, nailing him right in the knee.

"Ouch! Oh I don't know, I saw it on a tv at some shop Adam took me to!" Sam says as he falls down holding his knee.

Simon jumps on Timothy as they roll down the hill into the sands of the beach.

"Alright, alright now break it up you two!" I yell as I run down there picking them both up by their collars. "Let's go make some supper, we can make mom's friend green beans tonight." I say smiling at them, soon they pull themselves together and run up to the house to go inside.

I stand outside for another moment thinking about why my father left us and went to the navy.. He could've stayed home, then maybe he wouldn't be dead right now.

I push that thought quickly put of my mind, remembering that he did all of that for us, that we needed money. He didn't die on his own accord, he died for his country.

I close my eyes, remembering when my mom and dad first picked out this house, it was a bit more rustic before my mom added her own touch to it. I was still a baby, but I remember swinging back and forth slowly in the rocker as they looked around the house. My mom loved the color green, so for their anniversary, my father planted beautiful shrubs and trees blossoming with all types of flowers or fruits around our house. She loved it so much that she would spend every day outside for the next year or so, until my father went away. She spent those next years inside, looking out at the gardens and things when she cooked, only her face was covered in sorrow. My father came back three more times that year.. And the first two times he came back, they would have another boy.. Sam, Then Timothy. However the third time he came back, he was met with the bitter news of our mothers death. He cried for days, he would drink for most of the night before shipping off back to the navy.

By the next year, He didn't come back either. We handled this as we always did, we wept separately.. In our respective corners before pushing it deep down inside.

We didn't want to be sent to foster homes, so we pretend our parents are still living, or stay away from people in general if we can. The rest of our family is no where to be found..

My mother had demanded I be with her when she was giving birth to Timothy, my father couldnt make it. She told me that she could feel the power leaving her body, But before my mom died I always remember her telling me one thing in my ear, as she layed sprawled out on the delivery room bed.

"You're all special boys Adam, very special boys. Always protect your brothers." she said before I was rushed out of the room by nurses and doctors.

I never knew what she meant until I got older.

Soon I open my eyes, taking a deep breath before heading towards the house, walking inside.

"Alright, let's make some fried green beans!" I say as I feel a smile creep onto my face as Sam and Timothy dash to the kitchen.

"I'll always protect you guys.." I whisper to myself as I walk behind them getting ready to cook.