Inhuman

Chapter 16

My last day of high school. My first thought upon waking up. Truthfully, it was a relief to have a nice thought in the morning rather than death. I stretched and listened for sounds of my brothers downstairs. Pots banged and then there was a crash and a string of curse words. I pulled on a sweater to cover my tank top and rushed downstairs.

Adam was scowling down at Mike who was looking rather guilty. I only caught the tail end of Adam's rath, luckily. "-careful next time. Don't play around Mike, you have to be serious." His eyes were a fire that were burning through Mike.

I let out a sharp breath, air whistling through my teeth quickly. "Shut up Adam, leave Mike alone, he didn't mean it."

Adam swirled at the sound of my voice, his face dropping his anger immediately. "Kensley." He said quickly, placing his hands behind his back. "Good morning."

I rolled my eyes at him. "Mike, sweetie, what happened?" I asked, kneeling in front of him.

He looked down at me on the ground in front of him. "I dropped a glass, and i got scared, it shattered."

"That's okay Mike." I whispered softly, cupping my younger brothers face. "Then what happened?" I asked gently, smiling at him encouragingly.

"I tried to pick up the glass and Adam started to yell because I cut myself on the glass." Mike said softly, staring at the floor instead of me.

"Is it bad? The cut." I asked, trying to take his hand.

He jerked back and shook his head fiercly.

"Mike, let me see, you need to let me see." I was still crouching but my hand was upturned toward him.

Mike sniffled but gave me his hand. I tried not to gasp as I stood to inspect it better. "Mike." I whispered, grasping his hand tighter.

Mike whimpered and tryed to pull back. "Kensley, you're hurting me." He started to cry so I relaxed my grip slightly. "Is it bad?" He asked breathily.

"No, no Mike, it's alright." I lied smoothly. "Let's just get it cleaned up and wrapped okay? I promise it'll be okay." I was so glad I could lie.

Maybe it looks worse than it is. I silently begged it to be so.

There was a small shard of glass sticking out of his palm and it was red and then skin around the shard was puffy. He had started to bleed around it and a single thread of blood was inching down his arm. "Okay," Mike agreed, nodding his head softly.

"Okay, go ahead and go to the sink okay? I'll be right there." I smiled softly at him then turned to Adam, my expression changing almost instantly. "How could you let that happen?" I hissed at him, but I didn't give him time to explain. "You let him grab the glass then just yelled at him instead of helping him with the glass. How could you? I thought you cared about your brother. If it had been me, would you have acted differently?" I didn't really want him to answer but I asked anyways. He opened his mouth to answer but I cut him off. "Just go get me some string that I can use for stitches and some gauze and wrap." I told him turning away.

"Why don't I just bring him to the hospital? They could do it."

"I don't need them to do it, if I can." I said quickly. "Hurry and get the supplies."

"Kensley, it's not his fault, I touched the glass." Mike said as soon as I walked up to the sink.

"Mike, it's okay, it's not your fault."

"You don't have to be mad at Adam because of me." He told me, smiling bravely.

"I'm not mad at Adam," I started then looked at his face, "alright I'm not mad, I am disappointed that he didn't save you quicker, and didn't care about the glass though." I admitted.