| I watched silently as the cops took away my brother. In the other room my mother was crying. They�re fake tears I whispered to myself. She doesn�t really care about him.
It happened when she came home last night, drunk. She had been coming home a lot like that lately. I was about to slip to my room when she grabbed my arm and starting screaming at me. My older brother, Kian, told her to stop. She began to yell at him, and they got into a fight. She threw a vase at him and he hit her. I panicked and called the police. I looked down at my arm; the bruise where she grabbed me was starting to change color. �Becky?� A cop came up to me and asked me to the living room. I walked past the broken glass on the floor. I began to shudder; feeling colder inside. I sat down on the sofa. �Becky, are you and your brother close?� Asked the officer. The cop�s brown eyes burrowed into my mind, trying to find out the facts with just one look. I ignored his stare and answered with a nod. Kian was my brother; he cared. �Did he ever hit you?� I shook my head. The cop scribbled away in his notepad. �Was he ever violent?� Again I shook my head. The only thing he ever was, protective. Kians also a very kind person, just lately he had been going under a lot of stress. Its not his fault. My eyes began to mist up and I let my jet-black hair fall in front of my face. �Has your mother ever hit you?� The question pried into my mind. Don�t lie, don�t lie tell him. I shook my head and the cop left. I couldn�t do it. I�m a coward. Quietly I sneaked up to my room, eager to get away from her. I tried shutting down the noises, from both inside my head and out. The sound of a teacup thrown at the floor replayed through my mind during the night, keeping me from my sleep. Chapter 2 Shattering. My mind is shattering. I feel more alone without Kian in the other room. It feels like I haven�t slept at all, but its already morning, I�m awake. I looked over at my alarm, 5:23am. She may not be awake yet I thought. Quickly I put on a pair of clean jeans and a dark blue sweater. I combed my still beadheaded straight hair and sneaked down to the kitchen. It was Saturday today; suddenly I realized she would be out the whole day, drinking, or somewhere else. I grabbed a granola bar and left out the front door. I turned a right and stepped into the woods; starting behind our house. When I was young I would always run into the woods for reassurance and comfort. The animals became my friends and the leaves became my shelter. I walked by the trees and shrubs, in-taking the familiarity of the scents around me. I pushed past branches until I finally stumbled upon my favorite place. A huge oak tree; MY oak tree. |
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| Alarm 169 Chapter one |
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| This story focuses more on a slice of real life problems. Well, the begining that is haha. This story too is still in the brainstorming phase, luckily i have one chapter done for you guys to read. -K-e-l-l-i |