My Achilles' Heel

Chapter One: The Gifts

"Life is passing so quickly, Dreams are proliferating so rapidly, but in the middle of all these, memories are embracing so tightly.

The time we spent together was more memorable, the days we live apart were most dreadful, the fights we shared together was most dangerous, still the care we tend to do is most wondrous." -siblings by Ekta Sharma

Dean

My plan on staying in bed longer this morning is not working out because my tummy growled for like thousand of times. Ugh I'm so lazy to go anywhere at this moment but, I'd kill for some pie right now. Stomach just growled again. I sighed and get up, got into the shower and turn on the heater.

Once my body touched the hot water sprinklers, it is the calmest thing on earth. Don't forget most relaxing as well. But it hurts the most when I tried to move around my right arm, I almost forgot beneath these arm there's a blue black palm sized bruise on my right side of my torso, broken ribs or almost, I have no idea.

The bruise has gotten worse than before, especially when I carried Harlyn last night. I tried to carry her all the way but the pain was too much. She might be mad about that, be all sulky and all that girly stuff.

The part when I'm putting myself with some clothes are the hardest part, and slow. But I need to control myself. I'm still in probation, he needs to know that I can handle this, that I am worthy of this. The attack that night was a test. Something big is about to happen but I don't know what yet, thats why he puts me through all of these kidnaping, torturing.. I knew it was a test. It had to.

The snow was falling, blanketing the concrete as Sam sat alone in the backyard. Holding on to something small in his humongous hands. Curious, I went down through the kitchen and saw ma assisting the helps on breakfast, kissed on her cheek and go through the back door. There he was. Father.

Sitting at the edge of the bench that's right at the back of a small patch of vegetables where my ma grew them. One of the reasons why I can't see him from my room. "Dean" father called. "Pa", I walked calmly and sat beside Sam. "Pa was just telling me about your trip with him last weekend. You didn't tell me Dean, why?" Sam's brows furrowed. "Oh yeah? What did he tell you? That we went to a honeymoon trip to Hawaii and I tuck a flower insides dad's ear then we drank coconuts for tea?" He can't be real. No. Sam can't know about these stuffs. He's still a kid. He just can't.

I glanced at my father and he's reading the newspaper. Didn't even bother to look up. "No, but he told me that you guys had fun at the baseball game, and you bought me this", now that I get a close look of it, its not that small. Sam's holding an average sized box containing a small shiny normal collar for pets. The word 'Sheba' was on it. "Seriously Dean? You're okay with this? You're letting me get a dog?" A huge grin plastered on his face. Oh how can I say no? But I hate dogs. Ugh. "Or maybe a cat" I added.

Sam still had this grin on his face minutes after that, I bet he's thinking hard on what breed he gonna pick. I looked over at my old man and gave him a quick smile and then he gestured me to come over. I went and sit beside him and he didn't look at me, just stuck reading the newspaper and said "I still love my boys and I wont let this family be apart. Don't you worry Dean. Everything is fine chico.", then he handed me this charm. Its a necklace actually but more manly to this thing and I'd like to think it that way. It looked more like an ancient horned face with big sullen eyes straps with bright red and burgundy. I put it away in my pocket and sat there silently.