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It had been a cold night, Jason was in the kitchen, trying to cook up something for them. He'd fired the cook a few days before, claiming she was snitching on them to Father. It must've been rice, and stew, maybe, because Michael hadn't known if it was blood or hot stew on his brother's hands when he came staggering out of the kitchen.
He looked up from his phone,
'' Ahahhn, topman, shey na stew pour for your hand?''
Jason opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words, blood came gushing out.
He dropped the phone and rushed over to his brother. Jason slumped, time stopped, the room was suddenly very cold.
He tried to pick him up, Jason wouldn't move, he couldn't.
''Jason! Jason! Jason!!!!''
Someone's voice was cracking, croaky. He started crying.
He was squeezing him too tight, the blood was soaking his shirt, he did not care.
''Its not possible, it's not true''
Cradling his brother in his arms, he cried, and cried, then howled and howled some more, till he lost his voice.
The rice was still on fire tho.