CHAPTER 4
613 Words
No way; was the word to describe how Andrew Bullock felt after a long thought about where to go. He was being disturbed by his siblings and choosed to leave before the arrival of his mom.
Young Andrew of age 15 wonder why his siblings are always like a jerk to him, he feels like his cowardness doesn't make him fit in with them.
He moved around the street with his bicycle and turned back to the house direction, he have no place in mind to go.
"Crazy" he said to himself.
He thought of staying in school and drive off toward his school location, it was a saturday morning so he got there seeing the school gate locked.
"Wow,wow,wow" he said.
He looked around thinking of how to jump into the school compound but the tall fences is what he cannot climb at all.
"bless you" an old lady said to him as his stares was lost by his thoughts.
He took a glance at the woman and drive off.
"bless you" he said and wonder what that means.
He is always hunting to learn new words daily so as to be a lecturer one day. He drive his bicycle backward toward the old woman.
"Bless You" he said to her.
"bless you son" she replied him.
"what did that mean?" he asked.
"The creator should protect us from all evil, once we get the blessings we are indeed lucky" the old woman said and moved slowly away.
"Bless you" Andrew said and smiled, he has learned a new word today again.
He drives off with great speed toward his house.
On his way he keep saying the word he has learned as he move, he got down of the bicycle as he parked in the garden area of his house.
He walked into his house and met with his brothers glares.
He moved away in silence but his brothers keep blocking his way.
"Stop it" he yelled at them.
"Are you trying to be hero?" his first brother shouted at him and pulled him by his sweater.
"Bless you" Andrew said to them and move forcefully away from his siblings.
He met with something worst in his room, his belongings has been trashed.
"my books too?" he rushed to his books and found his diary crushed. He cried as he saw that his daily words has been torn away, words can't express how sad and angry he was at the moment.
"Do not get very angry" his mind told him like always.
"Not this time" he flare up and moved out of his room.
He saw his brothers at the room passage laughing hysterically.
"Why do you hate me a lot?" he cried out.
"What am i to you?" he said again.
"A wimp, a tiny creature" his fourth brother said.
"Yeah, like a rat" his third brother added.
Andrew was angry by the words, he stare around for something to use for defending himself and show he is not a coward.
He pulled his fourth brother toward him and punched him, his other brothers were laughing at his action.
He squeezed his neck and watched him groaning.
"stop it" his other brothers shouted together but he did not mind.
"get on your knees then i will listen" he said and they glare at him and got on their knees.
He let go of his fourth brother and watched him fall onto the floor.
"Denise" the first brother said tapping him."you killed him" he shouted at Andrew.
"Kill who?" andrew shouted in fear and watched denise laying helplessly on the floor.
"Denise, den... " he squatted and shaked him.
"Bless you" he shouted to him.
"Den... oh my gosh" he cried as he found out he was not breathing anymore.
"I did not mean to do that"
"We are calling mom and the policemen" his other brothers said and left.
"...the repeated fate..." a voice said!
- Writer
