My Love, My Stalkers

3.The Best Brother.

I see Timmy look at me, a mask of fear and confusion on his face. One word sends me insane.

Bubby?

Rage consumes everything I know. Past, present, future. Nothing matters now. I hurl myself at him running full speed and manage to break the windows along with; I’m sure, a few of his ribs. I see Timmy fly through the air and land on his bum and continue to wail. The cops are now coming from around the house and from inside Timmy’s room. I feel them trying to pry me off of the man but my fists continue to pound his face in until there is nothing left but a purple bloody mess.

Even through his distorted figure, I can see it’s the man from the car. Coming to seek revenge? But why? I did not call the cops but for all he knows I could have.

I jump back into the room and take Timmy from the medics and see that he has a spot of hair missing. Rage like nothing I have ever felt wells up inside me and I think of jumping back out the window and finishing him off. But one look at Timmy’s small whimpering form in my hands I break down in tears and it is all I can do to not kill that man out there.

As I’m soothing Him I hear one word, one word that will forever haunt my dreams.

B...Urr Nnn

The man lets out one more cough choked with blood and he his pulled away from my sight and into the ambulance.

I notice the blond girl is still here.

She walks over to me and says in a voice so filled with tears its hurts me say “He has the greatest brother in the world.” I want to respond but she runs out of the house and hopped into the ambulance before it left.

I stood to shocked to tdo anything but cry.