wow, such a relief to b online again. Never knew I'd b so addicted to it. Anyway here's my next one. enjoy!
My Brother George.(Inspired by Shia Labeouf's perfomance inTru Confessions)
"Paige!!Paige!! help me Paige!! Mom's hurting me again!! OW!!!" George's screams woke me. Melora was beating him. I jumped downstairs to see a 180 pound Melora pounding her fist at Georges back. I lunged for her and she fell to the hard teak floor, her body making a massive sound and impact on the floor. George's back was bruised terribly and his arm was bleeding profusely, apparently Melora had jammed her glass picture frame into George's back. The sight sickened me. Melora was our stepmother, or mine. George's biological one. She hated her own son, her own flesh and blood. She sickened me. I supported him up to my room and then I could hear Melora groaning on how unfortunate she is to have George and me. She hollered for Nessie our maid, hired to take care of us. Or Melora. I ignored her lousy complaints and continued to ease my brothers pain by quickening my steps to my room.
Once I reached my room, I carefully lay him on my bed and ransacked my room for my towel and a bucket of hot water from the shower. I washed his wound in pain, I couldn't stand watching my brother suffer. He was already disabled. He didn't have to suffer anything else. Monstrous tears trickled down my cheek as I joined my brothers suffering. I wrapped his gash in my towel and rubbed some ointment on his bruised back. "How does it feel George, better?" I asked him softly, careful not to rub it too hard. He was sobbing his eyes out, he was heaving and sniffling still. I really hated Melora. If I tell my father, he can't do anything. he was a living corpse. He could talk, but he was partially paralized when he couldn't move his limbs from neck below. Anything Melora did, he couldn't stop. Melora and he didn't have a prenup so if he divorced her, 40 million will go to her. I offered to murder her, but he detested the idea. Oh please, she! have a purpose to live?!! She's a has been supermodel and she weighs over double her supposed weight! And he says it's waste of time! Killing people!
George replied in his croaky voice, "It's better Paige, I wanna go to my room now, please?"
"George, you're gonna sleep in my room tonight. I'll get the pull out. And I don't want Melora barging in your room and hitting you again." i said, putting my arm around his small frame. His dark curls wisping in the wind.
He nodded. I pulled the covers over him and kissed him on the forehead. He was so wonderful. My brother George. I couldn't bear him calling Melora "mum, momma, mommy" It sickened me to the bone.
I went back to my Biology notes and focused on me and George's future in Harvard U and me majoring in Biological & Physics studies. And I'll buy a nice apartment near campus and graduate and study physics in CERN like Vittoria Vetra in Angels and Demons, and George is going to Switzerland with me. I snapped out of my dream and again focused on my notes. As I did, I awaited the next day with goals and dreams, just as my mother had tought me. I whispered goodnight to her and I could feel her patting my back and giving me a hug.
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