Coffee Blood

I remember when I worked at the coffee shop my senior year of highschool. It was the daily rush hour, and all of a sudden, a man wearing a black ski mask walked in, who appeared to be blind. Before I had time to look him up and down, the man reached into his pant pocket and- Bang! Bang! Bang! When the sound of the gun stopped, I opened my eyes and was left with a note on the counter and dead bodies littering the floor. Picking up the note, I read "I have been waiting for you, and if you tell anyone about this, I will find you, and I will kill you -E." I looked up only to discover that the man had already ran away.

A month later...

A warm breeze passed through the coffee shop, wrapping me in a cozy blanket of air, causing the curtains on the window to wave in the wind as cracks of sunlight peeked through. The little chatter and the smooth jazz soothed me as I made the next coffee order. I looked around to see all the artwork painting the walls. The smell of coffee beans and books lingered in the air. I am pulled out of my trance when the bell rung, indicating there is a new customer. A man in his mid-twenties walked in wearing glasses. When he walked to the counter, I noticed that he was blind by the swaying in his steps. "A dark coffee with 2 sugars and a drop of creamer," he stated with a smirk. "Do you not think that was little rude?" I asked. "Just make the coffee," he replied sternly. "Okay, name please?" "Jack," he remarked. I turned around and started making his coffee. After I added the drop of creamer and put on the lid, I called "Jack?" "Thanks, Emma," he stated, reading my name tag. I watched as he sat down at a table near the bookshelf and picked up a novel called Twilight. "Ew, that is a terrible book, yet the werewolf is pretty hot," I said, daydreaming.

That summer...

"Emma Smith?" the nurse asked. "Yes, that is me," I replied. In case I failed to mention, I worked as a volunteer at Crozer-Keystone Hospital during the summer. "Okay, Emma, you're assisting nurse Lily in room 119," she instructed. "Thank you," I say. I walked to 119 but stopped when I reached the door because I had gotten this weird feeling in my stomach like something dreadful was going to happen. I ignored it and turned the brass knob slowly; moreover, I noticed there was a boy laying on the bed in the center of the room. It was Jack, the man who was ignorant while ordering his coffee. He had two white cloths taped to his face and over his eyes. "Hello, Emma!" Lily exclaimed. "You almost scared me to death!" I screamed. "Sorry about that," she said as she laughed. "This is your patient, Emmett, he just got laser eye surgery, so he can see again." "Emmett?" I said, confused. "I thought his name was Jack?" "You can check his birth certificate," she stated as she handed me the piece of paper before she walked out. I read the paper and discovered that his actual name was Emmett James Smith, and he had the same parents as me. How does he have the same parents as me? Suddenly, I had a flashback to when I was a kid, and there was an older boy always around that couldn't walk in a straight line and possessed shaky footsteps. I remember I saw Emmett in the very first family photo albums, but why were they not hung up on the wall. "He is my brother, but why did he lie to me?" I asked out loud. All of a sudden, he woke up, and I screamed, "You're my brother!" He peeled the gauze off of his eyes, turned over and opened the side table drawer. Next thing I knew, my eyes were looking down the barrel of a gun. "Why did you not tell me you were my brother?" I asked as I shook and cried. "Because I knew you would find me, and I was not ready to tell you that your only brother was a murderer," he said as calm as the ocean at low tide. "Why do you have a gun up to my head?" I questioned, managing to speak clearly through the tears. "Because I am going to kill you, silly," he said as an evil gleam crossed over his eyes. "What did I do wrong?" I ask, confused. "After you were born, our parents gave you all the attention, so I decided to become a murderer and thought they would finally notice me. Since I was a murderer, our parents wanted to make sure we would never meet and that you never knew me. They paid me three million dollars just to stay away from you, and to be extra safe, they moved away to this town, so I would not know where you were to try and find you," he said as the gun was still pointed at my head. "I am sorry, I had no idea. If I would have known, I would have helped you through it all," I said, concerned. Emmett turned away from me, which moved the gun from off my forehead. "I guess it is not your fault, it's our parents' for not paying attention to me. I should be putting a gun to their heads," he said while plotting an evil scheme in his head. Just then, Nurse Lily walked back in, and Emmett ran to the bed and hid the gun. I couldn't take it anymore, so I walked out before Lily could ask me any questions.

A week later...

Beep! Beep! I glanced up from my homework that was spread out all over my desk, and I check my phone to see that Emmett texted me. I unlocked my phone and read:

"Guess whose house I am heading to? -Emmett"

I respond with:

"Please no! - Emma"

"Anything but that. Just kill me instead - Emma"

I closed the messaging app and swiped over the calling feature. I tapped the contact labeled "Mom" and I pressed the call button. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello? How are you, sweetie?" she asks. "I am good, but Mom, you need to listen. My brother, Emmett, who I am sure you know, is coming to kill you and Dad. You guys need to call the cops," I say, worryingly. "Don't be silly Emma, you don't have a brother and no one is going to try and kill us," she replies. Then, through the phone I hear a door slam open and Emmett say, "Hello, Mom and Dad! Guess who I am? That's right! I am your son, Emmett, that you both left behind. Remember me? I was your first child." I hear my Dad say "What are you doing here? We paid you to stay away. Have been talking to Emma, because we told you not to try and get in contact with her?" I hear feet shuffling, and my mom scream, "Go away, you monster! This is why we left you. Put that gun away, Emmett!" Bang! I hear a tv fall off the wall. Then, I hear my dad pull out a gun and load it. "Son, listen, we didn't want this to end with you dying, but it is going to have to be that way. I understand why you are like this yet, I also don't. I don't understand why you would want to kill us, we are your parents. I do understand, because murdering is in your genes; hence, why we moved away because I needed to get away from the cops since it is in our DNA, I am going to have to kill you, because I don't want you telling the police where I am." "You are going to pa-" Thud! My dad has killed my only brother just because he acknowledged me and went against our parent's word.