"Aug...," I said, "I'm full! I can't eat another bite. You know, your a really good cook." "Ha, ha," she replied, "thanks, I love to cook." We had just finished eating and now where sitting on the couch cuddling. Elena was cureled up on my lap with her head pressing into my chest. I had my arms wrapped arround her sholders my legs streached out on the couch and my chin gently on her head. It just felt natural. "Wanna go for a walk?" I offered. "Sure, I could use some fresh air." Miniutes later, we where out in the field.
"So," I cleared my throat, "what were you saying this morning about your dad....." I trailed off. "Oh...," she sighed, "that. Well, when my mom was pregnant with me, he would beat her and get drunk off his ass and come home with other women. when I was five, my mom got pregnant again, and had my brother." She choaked up and got teary, "and um, he used to kick Chase, thats what my brother's name was, anyway, he kicked Chase so many times that his rib broke one time and nearly punctured his left lung. And... and on Chase's sixth birthday... Dad came to the house drunk and Chase had his toys on the floor and he flipped out." Elena's face was stained wqith tears now, "so, he smacked Chase upside the head so hard that he fipped up across and onto the couch. Dad then got on my baby... my baby brother and choaked him. The last thin that I heard from Chase was, 'Elena I love you! Help me! Save Mom!'" I couldn't stand it any more. I walked over to her and threw my arms arround her. "Ssshhhh. It's ok baby, I love you. I'm so sorry." I kissed her forhead. She hugged me back.
We stood there for a good fifteen miniutes before it started to rain. "Hey," I suggested, "where is Chase buried? I mean, we can go see his grave when it stops raining, but now we should go inside." "Yah," she sniffed, "ok."
