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Chapter 7

I heard birds chirping outside my window and I felt the morning sun beating in my eyes. I groaned and turned the other way. I looked at my clock on my dresser. It was 8:30 a.m. Mom’s already at work by now, so Ryan and I have the whole house to us. I force myself out of bed and throw my pillow at Ryan, who was still asleep, but I wanted to wake him.

“What the fuck?” he said, as I turned around he threw the pillow at my head.

I turn around. “Watch it mister,” I replied, trying not to laugh.

“And what are you going to do about it?” he smirked, getting out of his bed with nothing on but his boxers, which I always tell him not to and to wear more clothes to bed. It grosses me out seeing my own brother, half naked.

“I’ll think of something,” I grinned, walking out of the room, with Ryan following behind me.

I stopped dead as looked across the living room. Ryan ran into the back of me.

“Why’d you stop in front of the doorway?” he asked, but when he noticed what I was staring at, it was not time for playing games.

“Dad?” I said, with confusion in my voice. He nodded.

Our dad left us when Ryan and I were both nine. It’s been seven years later and he shows up at the house. I didn’t trust him. Before he left, he beat the living shit out of my mother. She kicked him out and had the cops come and arrest him for abuse. You could tell by the bruises all over her body that it was no lie.

“How dare you come in the house? You have no right to be here.” Ryan shouted. “Get the hell out!”

“Wow, you sure got your mother’s temper,” he replied.

“Didn’t mom band you from coming here?” I ask, half afraid to say anymore.

“That doesn’t stop me from coming around now does it?” he sneered, as he walked closer to me and I started back away behind Ryan. I heard a cell phone ringing over on the kitchen counter. I walk over slowly to get it, but my crazy dad grabs my arm and I try pulling away, but his grip was too strong.

“Leave it!” he demanded.

I’m curious who called now. I mean, it is the weekend in all, but I think its Dylan. I wish he could just come over here and just save me from my psycho dad.

“Let here go. She’s never done anything to you.” Ryan hollers at him.

“Oh and like you haven’t?” he growled. Ryan had a worried look on his face. I had a feeling there was something going on that I didn’t know about.

“Ryan, what’s he talking about?” I question, turning my head to face him.

“Go ahead! Tell her! She’s bound to know sometime.” Our dad said, with a big grin across his face.

I look at Ryan. I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to think. What is Ryan hiding from me? Obviously, dad knows. What aren’t they telling me?

“Fine,” Ryan gave in. “But can you leave us alone for a few minutes?”

Dad agreed.

He turned and faced me. I probably looked like I was lost, because I was just too confused in what was going on. My eyes moved over to dad, walking out of the room. Ryan took my arm and led me to our room. We both sat on the edge of each others beds.

“Ok, I know you want all the details, but I’m just going to make it simple and not so much detail alright?” he said. I nodded.

“Do you remember when our, Rocco died?” he began.

“Yeah, what are you getting at? You said he was hit by a truck?” I asked, still confused.

“Well, no. You see mom and dad were fighting in their room when I got home from school. I think you were at Melody’s or something but anyways, I went in there room to see what was going on. Needless to say, dad was beating mom for the first time, but I didn’t know it was him, but I wanted to stop what ever was going on in there. I grabbed dad’s shotgun out of his gun cabinet and walked over to the door jam. I tried aiming for the guy, but when I shot, I fell over backwards and the bullet shot right at Rocco. I know this probably doesn’t make sense, but it’s true. I never wanted to tell the truth, because I knew you would hate me for life. I know how much you loved him and it would have just torn me apart watching you breakdown. I’m sorry Karrie.” Ryan explained.

I really didn’t know what to say. I thought it was more serious than that. I’m not glad. I pretty fumed. I can’t believe he wouldn’t tell me that sooner. I loved Rocco so much, but I guess things happen. Before I could say anything though, dad slammed the door open. Ryan and I both jumped up at the same time. I can tell by the way my dad’s grin on his face that he had more drama to come; maybe more than just that.