Unstopable

Ch. Two The Past

Ch. Two
The Past

Five years ago. I was just a tomboy. But I had an undieing passion for football. I watched all the Alabama games and recorded them. I learned new technique that way. I played backyard football with my twin, Brandon. He was good at kicking -and still is- so he was our kicker. And I knew -and still know- how to play every position. Center, QB, blocker. You name it I played it. But no one wanted a girl on there team.

We were in the sixth grade. One day on our way home. I knew something was up, I could feel it in my gut.

(FlashBack)

"Brandon... I don't like this feeling." I said shakeingly.
"Your just nervous. because our birthdays in a week. You'll be fine." He rubbed my back soothingly.

The bus stopped and we out off. We walked the two blocks to our house when I stopped. I thought I was going to throw up. The feeling in my stomach grew worse. I felt light headed.

"Why'd you stop?" Brandon turned and looked at me.
"Nothing, I'm okay." I walked up to our door and unlocked it with shaky hands.

"Dad! We're home!" I called.

Silence.

"He's a sleep. I'm going to my room." Brandon muttered. He walked up the stairs and shut his door.

Something was off the house was quite and cold. So cold it felt like a creature was behind you sucking the life out of you and chilling you to the bone.

I shuddered and walked into the living room. The T.V. was on.

"Dad!" I yelled out again. I walked up to my room and set my bag on my bed. I went to my dad's door and slowly opened it.

Empty.

I went down stairs to get a water. To wash this nasty taste out of my mouth. When I turned the corner of the kitchen the frig door was swinging on its hinges. Like someone just opened it hard and lift it swinging. Something caught the corner of my eye. I slowly turned my head and saw my dad laying on the floor in a pool of blood. His blood. I screamed as loud as I could before tears blurred my vision.

"Dad!" I screamed and ran over to him. I covered my mouth. I head a bang up stairs. Brandon. Then I heard the running shoes of my twin. I shook him.

"Dad! Look at me!" I slapped his cheeks. I looked up to see if the intruder had came in the window or door. The window was shut. But the back door was swinging shut. I gasped. And looked back down at my pale dad.

Brandon rounded the corner and ran over to me. "Oh my gosh. Dad." Brandon whispered. he grabbed my head with one hand and pulled it to his chest and wrapped his other arm around my waist. He rocked me back and forth before we heard sirens.

I guess my scream startled the neighbors. Paramedics and police officers ran in and pulled us apart.

"No! Brandon!" I screamed and kicked the Paramedics.
"Samantha!" Brandon screamed. He knocked out a dude and pushed the other one off him as he ran for me. The paramedic behind him got up. My eyes widened.

"Brandon! Behind you!" I screamed and thrashed wildly in the paramedics arms.
"Let me go!" The paramedic knocked Brandon out. "No Brandon!! Let Me Go!" I felt a sting in my arm and looked over and saw a needle in my arm being pulled out.

"Sorry." The male paramedic said and I fell into him arms and I went unconscious.

••

"They have no parents, or relatives." A mans voice floated through the air.

"She seems protective over him as he seems protective over her." Another males voice floated out. but his was deeper than the others.

"They are twins." The first guy pointed out.

"Wheres my sister! What did you do to her!" A younger males voice yelled. Brandon. my eyes wouldn't open though.

I heard rustling and grunts.

"Just let him go. Let him see her." The first guy said.

"Samantha! Samantha!" I felt my brothers hand in mine. "I'm right here."

••

"Why won't she wake up." My brothers voice asked. I so wanted to answer. But I couldn't move I had no control over my body. I felt like a dead weight.

"Your sister is in a Glasgow Coma. It was triggered when she went into shock of seeing her father dead, and the shock of us pulling you two a part scared her so when we knocked her out she went in to a Glasgow Coma. She will need an inhaler for a while after she wakes up." The man says.

"And when will she wake up?" Brandon asks, I can hear his voice thick. Like he's been crying. Or was crying.

"We don't know, that's all on her. But I do know she can hear you. And maybe if you talk to her, she'll wake up." The doctor tells him.

For the next month Brandon played songs and,read my favorite books to me, he even talked to me about school, and the football team and how they missed me. I would hear the football team come in sometimes. And I would smile, I only knew that because Brandon would tell me I was smiling.

Tell two months latter he played me the song Top Of The World by Mike Posner. The lyrics billeted out in my head.

I woke with a start. Bright lights. Beeping machines. People rushing in. My brother screaming. Them kicking him out.

"Can you tell me what state your in?" The doctor asked.
"Michigan." I replayed boredly
"Good, now what's your name?" He asked looking at a list of questions.
"Samantha."
"Full name?"
"Samantha Brooke Jennings."
"Do you have any siblings?"
"A twin brother."
"What's his name?"
"Brandon Ray Jennings."
"How old are you?"
"11."
"Where are you right now?"
"In a hospital."
"Why?"
"Because my dad was murdered."
"Why are YOU in a hospital?"
"I don't know, I pasted out?" I asked. I wasn't really sure why I was here. I just knew my dad was murdered.
"Can I see Brandon now?" I asked looking at the door.
"No, you are in a hospital because you went into shock seeing your dad dead, which caused you to put your body into a Glasgow Coma." the doctor explained.
"Okay, NOW can I see Brandon?" I asked.

The doctor sighed. "I guess. Send him in!" He called over his shoulder. he then walked out.

A few seconds later Brandon was laying beside me holding my hand. We fell asleep soon after that. The doctors told me that Brandon wouldn't let himself sleep until he knew I was okay.

••

We had to move in with our neighbors right after I got out the hospital. a few years later we went to court and filed a case saying we wanted to live by ourselves. It took them one year to finely allow it. We where 14 by then. We knew how to take care of ourselves. We took care of each other when one of us got sick.

(End of Flashback)