Love? // H.G

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"Yeah and then a tuba player slipped in the mud and fell. Unexpectedly he recovered really quick." Kevin laughs shaking his head as I giggle along softly.

"So that's what I missed at Hastings? A tuba player falling?" His laughing slows and his smiles widens, proceeding to get bigger. "I'm sorry I missed it Jo, I really wish I could have came." Sorry? Why is he sorry? Sure he's never missed a single concert, show or game of mine but he shouldn't be sorry.

"Don't be, we barely ranked 3rd. I'm just glad I can talk to you about it and we-" I get cut off by the sound of screaming, crying and pleading. Kevin and I disappear from his room ending up in the basement. A scream comes from my mouth out of no where. I'm on the ground now. My fathers on top of me; we're fighting. I taste blood. Suddenly my breath is taken from me. He's choking me. When going to hand him his hot food and cold beer, I tripped. The burning hot food landed on his face, the beer running down his body soaking all lower clothing. It was an accident, I swear. He doesn't understand that which is why we're fighting.

"HEY, GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER!" I gather enough strength to look around my father to see Kevin running in. In no time my fathers off of me and they're fighting. I see a glare coming from my father's hand. What was that? I see it again, focusing my shit vision I see it's a knife. I become overtaken with too much energy to handle. Hopping to my feet running trying to break up this fight, if not warn Kevin at the least.

Grip

Stab

Stab

Stab

Drop

Choke

Kevin gasps falling to the ground my father accompanying him. His grip around Kevin's neck is insanely tight. I scream and finally make it over hitting my father. He isn't affected by any of my hits, so I kick, pull, push, try. None of this is affecting him, maybe a scream will.

"GET OFF OF HIM LIKE YOU HAVEN'T DONE ENOUGH ALREADY!" Punch to my gut, kick to his side, he let's go of my nearly lifeless brother. I'm next. Kevin opens his mouth trying to get something out before he's unable to speak forever.

"I love you...I'm proud of you, never forget.." He smiles a sad painful smile as a tear falls. I manage to get to him in time to hear him speak. I cover his stab wounds with my hands, applying pressure. I'm overcome with the taste of salt, tears fall into my mouth recklessly. He sets his hand on mine softly.

"No. No. No. We can fix this you're going to be okay." I show a desperate smile looking at him to see he's taken his final breath. Everything about me he admired, loved, praised died inside myself right then and there. I pull my blood soaked hands away letting out a scream with a pure meaning of pain. I'm weak. I'm worthless. I'm nothing.

"Now you, you really fucked up this time." My father approaches me grabbing me by my neck throwing me against the wall. I fall in pure pain. Is this the true feeling of broken? He beats me, beats me, beats me and beats me. I swear this continues for hours, or does it just feel like hours?

"IM SORRY I REALLY AM!" I'm fed up with so much fear, nothing but fear. I'm bleeding. I'm losing my hearing in one ear. I think a rib is broken. Along with an arm. I can barely breathe. My brothers laying there lifeless and a loud blaring sound stops my thoughts. It's more like a beeping sound. Everything's disappearing what the hell, where am I going?

My eyes flutter open and I wipe them vigorously. I sit up slowly and whine quietly while stretching. I look around realizing I'm not in my room. There's a figure next to me. Who in the actual hell. I look at the figure more closely and gasp deeply. Deep plus gasp equals deep shit.