it's 5:43 { 11/16/15 } & I'm kinda determined to finish this chapter . even though I'm the only one reading at this point
happy thanksgiving 2015 { finally done }
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That's when my big brother decided to emerge.
" Al what happened ? " he asked as soon as he saw the scratches on her head, knee's, and elbow.
" I fell. " she replied quietly.
" Did he do this ? " Arty said motioning to the boy sitting on their counter.
" No ! He didn't. At all. I was running, looking for you, and I bumped into him. " she rushed. She knew he would blame the boy instead of her and didn't really want him to be in trouble by her brother, for she knew it wasn't his fault in any way.
Arthur frowned.
Alice noticed and got teary eyed. She had always been emotional and tried to keep it in because of the stranger in the kitchen. But when her brother entered, she couldn't help but burst into tears. Their father { Arthur the second } tried to comfort his youngest child, but she ran into arm's of her new protector.
Tim watched as the blonde ran to the kitchens newest guest.
Arthur Senior noticed his only son's attitude changing. Upon entering it was worry, confusion, then compassion for his sister, and finally displeasure towards the young man on their counter top. His son never even looked his way; he only thought about his sister's needs .
" Who are you ? ", before he could finish his interrogation, or barely started it; his father tried to protect the other boy from his sons newly begun outrages
" - Arty don't be rude to our first guest ! "
" Know what ? That doesn't matter I'll deal with you later. "
Alice whimpered louder. Causing her brothers attention to focus back on her. " Come on Al, I got you. "
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We were sitting on my bed, and Atry was wiping at my cuts. He had been silent while putting warm water and rubbing alcohol on a cloth. I tried to keep my crying quiet as to be brave in front of my brother, but as soon as his eyes met mine I burst into tears again.
I remember him wrapping his arms around me, and melting into him.
And at the same time the front door opening, telling us my mother was home or the boy was leaving. Arthur doubted it was the boy; his father would surely try to make him apologize for his overprotective demeanor.
" Do you wanna go with mom , babe ? ", he asked.
It wasn't because he felt awkward, but because all of us weren't sure who would be able to comfort me more at that point in my life. My parents loved that Arty would always be there for me, but they didn't want me to follow his actions.
Though at the time, I believed I shouldn't have been burdening him with my tears.
" Y-yes. " I exhaled. I saw - not disappointment, or any negative emotion - but understanding in his eyes. I wrapped my arms around him again, " Thank you Arty ; I love you ".
I remember him chuckling, and amusement covering his face. " I love you too Al. "
