Season Two - Ep. 4

I didn't wake up until 3:00 PM today.
I forgot where I was until I remembered, Conneticut.
I didn't want to wake up...I never want to wake up again.
But when I did wake up, I noticed what time it was and took a shower.
When I got up, I saw there were two messages on the house phone.
Beep.
"Hey hunny, it's mom. Just calling to see how you are and how the house is. Love you, call me when you get this."
Then the other message.
Sobbing, cries...
"Kris...sob...Kris please....I....sob...sorry...sob....it's...sob, alexis.."
My fury flared. I took the phone and threw at against the wall. I pulleed the phone wire from the socket.
After that I got dressed and drove to town.
I decided to go to Starbucks, and sit...
I didn't want to sit there any longer.
I drove back to the house.
I just sat in the living room.
Then a thought flared in my mind.
Gun.
Hand gun.
Dad's.
I remembered he kept one in the closet.
I walked towards the hall closet, and searched. My hand felt the cool metallic handle and I grabbed it and took it down.
I walked outside, to the backyard.
The sun was going down. The lake reflected the golden color. I walked back inside and put the gun on the kitchen table and walked into my borther's room.
I opened his locked chest and took out the contents. A bag of Coke.
I just stared at it.
Then I opened it.
I sniffed.
Then I just dropped the bag and started crying.
I couldn't take this any longer.
I can't take it.
I don't want anymore of this.
I put the stuff back and walked out of the room.
I took the gun and everything else of mine and went to my car.
I started it up, and started to drive home, the gun on the passengers side.
When I finally got home, my parent's car was gone. They where usually out on Saturdays.
I opened the door, and went upstairs.
I opened my brother's bedroom door.
He was sitting on his bed, reading a magazine.
He looked at me, then dropped the magazine when he saw the gun pointed towards him...
BANG
The sound was so loud...
I saw what I had done...I hit his computer's monitor...
"Bro...come on..." He said to me.
I dropped the gun, and fell to my knees.
"Oh god...why...why did you have to..." I sobbed, the tears running down my cheeks.
"She was the only one I loved...you had to...ruin it..." I screamed on the ground...
He got up.
"I didn't mean to...It was a one time thing with her..." His voice got shaky.
I had never seen my brother cry. Never.

The tears rolled down his face.
"I'm sorry...I'm..." He hugged me.
He never hugged me either.
I hated this feeling, knowing my brother was human.
Knowing he had feelings.
"But you...you fucked her..." I said.
"I know...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
But I couldn't forgive him...never.
I got up, and pushed him away.
"Sorry doesn't mean shit now, you fucking prick." I said.
He was left on his knees, there...sobbing with shock and sorrow. He fell backwards head in hands, and screamed his lungs out.
I just ran into my room and thought about the girl who split me and my brother apart.
The girl who had to pay for her recklessness.