Full Hearted and Heartbroken

Chapter Seven

7

“What is going on here?” Aaron yells.  “What is this man doing in my house?  And what is he doing to my wife?”

“Father,” I rush up to him, “Mother was sick when she woke up from her nap, and so I told Lucas do find a doctor.  Please don’t be mad.  I was just trying to help!” I cry like a baby.

Aaron looks into my eyes, and then realizes I am telling to truth.  His hard blue eyes soften, and then he takes me into his arms.  He hugs me and then kisses me on the top of my head; his whiskers tickling my skin.  After what seems like forever, Aaron lets me go, and then walks over to my brothers.  I know they are going to get into trouble, but the way Aaron walks over to them makes me think he is going to congratulate them.  Aaron’s big shoulders do not move while he walks, but his chest sticks out to the sky.

Aaron intends to whisper, but I can hear what he is saying very clear.  “What actually happened here?” he asks my brothers.

Henry and Noah look at each other, and then shrug their shoulders. 

“You mean you didn’t help your sister?”

“We didn’t hear her screaming,” Henry states.

Aaron then grabs Henry’s and Noah’s ears and pulls them toward the backyard.  He intends to whip them, but then Lucas stops him.  Unless you are a man of equal strength and rights as Aaron, and Lucas isn’t, then you never stop my father from what he plans to do.  Lucas is so brave; he stands right in front of Aaron and just stands there.  He doesn’t say or do anything to Aaron, but he just stands there.

I can’t see Aaron’s face, but by how he stands straighter and attempts to make his shoulders wider, I know that his face is red.  Aaron’s face is probably red like blood and his muscles probably feel like metal because he’s so tough.  But evidently, Aaron doesn’t scare skinny Lucas. 

I run over to Aaron and stand right behind him.  I can feel the heat that is coming off of the back of him.  He smells like a man who has been working in a beer factory.  At the moment I don’t concentrate on Aaron’s smell, but I will want to know if that is what I smell on him. 

“Father!” I quickly say before Aaron can grab Lucas’ throat.

Aaron turns to me and stares me down with his evil eyes.  His eyes suddenly turn red and smoke starts to come out of his nose and ears.  His face turns pale and red striped.  I blink my eyes once to make sure that Aaron’s evil face is just in my imagination.  When I open my eyes Aaron’s face is normal again except for the red on his face.

“What, young lady?!” Aaron yells in my face.

I do not flinch when Aaron’s loud, tough, rough voice hits me in the face.  I am not scared of him anymore.  I am not a little girl, like he thinks, who will run from her shadow.  I know my rights and I know what will happen if I yell at Aaron, but I cannot let Lucas get hurt.  Lucas will be the only one who can provide air to my lungs and love to my heart if my mother dies. 

I stand side-ways so I am facing both Lucas and Aaron while I stand in the middle of them.  Lucas looks at me as though I am a fool standing up to Aaron, but I already told you that I can’t let Lucas get hurt.  I look at Lucas and place my hand on my heart to show him that I love him and that I stand up for him and not my brothers.  Then I turn to Aaron and stare at him.  I stare into is blue, hard, evil eyes and see the darkness that lurks there.  Aaron stares into my eyes, and even though I have my mother’s soft brown eyes, I still have a pinch of evil in me from Aaron. 

We stand there.  Not moving a muscle.  Not blinking, or even flinching from each other.  We just stand there like statues that are mad at each other (if that is even possible).  It doesn’t even look like Aaron is breathing, but I can see his chest move in and out and little sweat drops slide down is forehead and onto his face.  I can feel and sense the room is tense from the long lasting “staring contest”.  I am infuriated at him, and he is pissed at me.  I want to scream at him, hit him, yell at him, beat him up, and everything else for being such a horrible father and a terrible friend.